I'm still in bed, even though is past eight am. Today is Saturday, though, so it shouldn't be such a crime to stay in bed past my usual alarm. But I still woke up feeling guilty. Maybe this is the problem, I feel guilty all the time. I feel like I'm mourning the life I wish I had instead of living. A paradox without scape.
Going to get up now, feeling a bit hungry. Surprising, since I don't like to eat in the morning.