at the moment I'm doing something that's making me feel perversely happy.

 

I'm thinking about all the things I want to buy with money I will hopefully earn one day. I'm writing them in little notes in a notepad that I got from the gym. In each sheet I'm writing one thing that I'd like to buy and thinking about how looking forward to it will make me happy.

I realise how materialistic and selfish it is.

But i cant deny how much fun it is to think about it. It's cathartic almost. I fucking hate that word.