Stressing the fuck out.
Enrolling in school was one thing. Getting used to homework another.
Lets see how much this plate can hold.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
"Just a dream..."
Just when I think my life is perfect, the
nightmares infect me.
I suppose some wouldn't call them nightmares. But, I can't stop them, I don't want them, and I hate the sadness that accompanies them. So that's what I call them, "nightmares".
The feeling lingers throughout the day. I drive to work in silence. Lose myself in thought at random moments in the day. I think I'd like to scream, just to see if it will shake me out of this.
"...and it felt like a bullet in her heart"
I suppose some wouldn't call them nightmares. But, I can't stop them, I don't want them, and I hate the sadness that accompanies them. So that's what I call them, "nightmares".
The feeling lingers throughout the day. I drive to work in silence. Lose myself in thought at random moments in the day. I think I'd like to scream, just to see if it will shake me out of this.
"...and it felt like a bullet in her heart"