I don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel like cleaning. I don’t feel like gardening. I don’t feel like watching TV. I don’t feel like reading a book. I don’t want to play, with kids, with animals, or anyone else, or by myself. I don’t feel like eating. I don’t feel like sleeping. I really don’t feel like doing my homework. I feel like being lazy. I feel like just laying here and doing nothing… But at the same time that is boring. I don’t feel like thinking…yet that is all I seem to do. And sometimes the thinking is bad. I’m too tired, too lazy to do much about it. Right now the thinking isn’t really on which I enjoy. Just blankness running through my mind. Drifting along watching the world go by. It is a beautiful world. Full of wonder and things to think about. I’m tired now. Maybe I will continue to be lazy and go to sleep.