I feel like everyone around me is just pressing on and keeping on and going forward. It's not that I don't have a vision for my life or anything, I just can't find myself to get enough motivation to get those feet moving. Maybe that's why I took up long d running. Like some kind of psychological lie to tell myself I can persevere and endure. But it has never been that case, I've always been the closet slacker, fooling the whole world.