/lit/ - Literature

No motivation to do anything. I spent the whole weekend in bed, I have an essay to write but I have not bothered. The only plan I had for this weekend was to continue reading "Consider the Lobster" but even that I deffered. There is nothing I want to do, the computer brings me no interest, and so I lay on my bed waiting.
I would much like to go out and spend times with friends or something of the sort, but I imagine they are busy and the step of asking if they would like to do go out is too much for me. I do not know what I would ask them to do either. I am dissatisfied with the current state of my life, it is quite boring.
I imagine the average person my age has an exciting and enjoyable weekend, and here I spend it completely alone and bored. I want to go out and live but it seems that living is not for me. I prefer weekdays now since at least they keep me busy. I hold onto the hope that a girl will come around and ignite a spark within me again so that each day will be abundant with joy.