Some days, I just don't even know what I want from them. So I end up pacing back and forth in my room in a cloud of indifference. I hate those kind of days. They've been appearing often recently. They're so confusing that I don't even end up doing anything sometimes, so I'll fall asleep by nightfall to waking up the following morning trying to figure out what I even did. Yes, yes, I know, if I want to do something, then just do it. That's not the problem. The problem is I don't even know what I want to do.