This Is All I Have

I have nothing to write about, is my life empty?
Who am I?
This isn't a poem.
Why do I think I'm writing?
They say don't doubt yourself and your abilites
Maybe it's time to doubt.
I need to get some stuff done.
Things I should want to do. That I feel too lazy to. Finish some books and read some others. Contact that guy about buying his insanely perfect laptop for cheap. Play that old video game I love that I soon won't have time to play. Write.
I feel bad when I think about how I haven't done them. I should want to do them. Why don't I?
Where is all my motivation?
Is it because of winter break?
I don't think so.
But the sooner I figure it out the better.
Bye.