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So unmotivated

I'm so unmotivated and have so much, I mean so very much to do. I don't mean only in the short term, I mean in my life. There are so many things that I have to do in my life. I have to record an album or two, I want so much to become famous and be on TV. I need to find what I truly love to do. I am so exhausted and miserable from grad school. I need to be done. Basically I feel like I need a miracle and a new start in life. To do all that I have to and all that I want to. even the daily basics are falling to the wayside. All I did today was sleep. I know my body must need it but for real? I just feel that I am suited to do so much more than I do in my day to day life. I have so much love to give and so much insight to share that I need to find the proper avenue for that.



I also feel better without my meds some days. They make me feel funny andf add to my current symptoms of dizzyness, rapid heart beat.



I'm trying to get excited for my birthday but since my life is NOTHING like I pictured it would be by now, I just don't care about it! Maybe that's because as we get older the things that were exciting to us as kids are passe' and don't come with the same sense of excitement. I think that's a shame.
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