It appears I am only able to sleep life away when I want to cherish it the most. I can only remember vividly what I want to forget. I'm sick and tired of waking up everyday and not knowing what to do or say. I'm heart sick and I'm lost and increasingly everything surrounding me is turning into all that I hate. I'm drowning in mind-maps and flash cards and the whole prospect of the 2 hour and 15 minute literature exam today makes me feel physically sick. It's mind-bending how the next three years of my life depend on my ability to assess why the audience of Hamlet has sympathy for the protagonist. I couldn't give a third fuck quite frankly.
I get this feeling that I'm making wrong decisions all the time, I'm desperate and I'm being a whiney little bitch, it's an annual thing when exams come around but it all seems to be heightened and up in my grill this time. I wouldn't want to be around me right now, and I don't want anyone to be. Except maybe Harriet, she makes me laugh so much my sides hurt and come close to spraying the contents of a Mcflurry all over the dashboard of my car. I yearn for someone to give me the answers before I become bitter and twisted and alone. Oh wait.
Life is one daunting prospect when I find salvation in my own isolation.
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