Too much sleep can lead to one becoming even more restless than before he/she slept.

Perhaps it's due to laziness, perhaps it because I just don't feel like there's anything worth waking up to. Whatever the case is, day after day, it dawns and breaks with lesser and lesser meaning.

Every night before I have my date with Mr. Sandman, I remind myself that tomorrow is going to be a fresh new start. I remind myself that I am going to practice a different routine. Sadly, every morning (or rather afternoon) when I finally wake up, the same routine begins again - I wake up, head to the sofa, turn on the television and notebook, and just lie there doing absolutely nothing, starring at the pictures that appear before me.

I keep telling myself I need to work out, I need to start a healthier lifestyle. But everything is forgotten after I wake.

I cannot imagine how much weight I must have put on and I dare not look for myself. With that thought it mind, I'm becoming more and more reluctant to get changed and get out of the house.

One excuse after another. Initially I claim cause there's work to do, I was broke, later it's exams, now... well, I kinda ran out of excuses. Something needs to be done, and it needs to be done quickly. If this continues, I fear, in the very near future, I won't be able to even look myself in the mirror.

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