Saturday

When I start wasting time it's hard to stop. And it can last for days. I wasted most of my time 2 days straight. I have to get back on track.
The strangest thing happened today. I felt nothing. At first I thought I wasn't having the motivation to work on my stuff. But then realized I couldn't feel anything, bad or good. I could remember what I desire and crave the most on a daily basis. I could remember my dream but at that time I couldn't feel it. I felt dead inside. Made myself do my daily workout after which I felt more like me. But still a bit weird. I keep thinking that those antidepressants could be fucking with me.