There are days when my thoughts are hard to keep track of, they overwhelm me. I make a thousand lists, instructing myself on what to do, so that I appear as one of those who have it all together. I know that some days, I appear apathetic. Believe me, I’d tell you why I love this weather so much, but then I wonder why you would care, and I just cannot bring myself to. If only I could, I would explain to you what it is that doesn’t let me get out of bed some mornings. Why --even if I’d love to-- I can’t get past page 14 of that novel I said I loved so much. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to listen to them say “But you love doing this! What has changed?”. Do you remember those lists I talk about? I make them, knowing deep down, that