Well, I've only now started writing my research paper's rough draft that is due tomorrow, but I'll get it done, I just won't sleep tonight. But then again, that's not really different from any other night. I mean, I could be laying in bed staring up at my ceiling for hours, but I think I would rather be writing a research paper, so that at least I'll have something to occupy my mind. That's why I'm not to stressed about it. Being awake doesn't really work for me, but when I have something to think about and do, it's not quite as bad.
My mind has been a pretty messed place for the past week or so. It's almost like some deeper part of my mind lives only to smite me and make me miserable. It's quiet for the most part, but the second I calm down and try to relax, it comes out of hiding and is relentless and unforgiving and loves to see me in the confused and helpless state that often takes over me in times like these. That's not to say that I'm depressed or anything, I've just got a lot going on up there, I guess you could say.
"And if the earth met the sun the explosive bright light wouldn’t compare to that time I saw you. It wasn’t the first time, not like it is in all those love stories, but it was every time. I didn’t think I’d be knocked off my feet, but I was sure I was to shatter."
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