beach hangs.

i've been keeping pretty busy lately, it's good. i find the more active i am, the less sluggish i feel overall and the less i dwell on the depressing aspects of my life- it's just hard initially breaking the cycle of lazing/ moping around. yesterday a friend messaged me asking if i wanted to go to the beach with some of her friends. my usual thought process after being invited out somewhere is something like the following:

'hmm..that could be fun..but then i'd have to get ready..and travel all the way there..i guess it's only 30 minutes away..ah but my bed is so comfortable..it would be nice to get some sun though..but then i'd have to reveal my disgusting body..and also put on a happy face around these other people..that takes effort and is draining..but it was sweet of E to invite me considering we aren't that close..i promised myself i would do the dishes today though which will most likely take a few hours..fuck it, i'll make up an excuse not to go'

instead, i bypassed all that indecisive crap and decided to go..and i'm glad i did. it was a beautiful day, the new company was refreshing and the outing didn't involve getting off my face. apart from all that, i really do love the beach.