ready to be done. i don’t think i’ve maybe ever felt like this before, this total mental resistance to a large majority of the things i’m supposed to be doing. i didn’t cry yesterday but that’s because i chose not to be crying. i’m very good at choosing; i make a lot of choices. i’m ready to be done now, though; i’m getting worse at choosing to keep going, at all the smaller choices that form the scaffold for the choice to keep going. i’m ready for it all to be over