I am being weighted down by a feeling of melancholy.
I wish to read books and play video games. I want to soak in the stories and worlds of others, because I’m not seeing much in mine today. I will ride this slide into escapism until I’ve got good reason to leave these imaginary worlds I inhabit.
Today, I wish to lead someone else’s life.
Tomorrow, that will change. I’ve been in this state before. I’ll ride this out, take my vitamin D, remember how interesting the outside world is, and return.
But that is tomorrow. Today, I’d rather be someone else.