Absurd!
I want to do something. I feel like I've got all this, something, inside me and great things would happen if I just could let it eat, I mean, out.
It's just a feeling, though, inspired by my fluorescent light bulb this morning. Yea, something about it is different today and I think it's trying to tell me something. It's probably my subconscious, I don't know. Like that other time months ago, I had a fever and the day seemed quite strange, as if someone had tweaked the Sun's light's hue just a tiny bit, too tiny for anyone to notice but tiny enough to be a message for me; strange things were abound. All through my classes, everything felt so hostile, so weird. I had an endless urge to bite on my tongue and perhaps chew it off. I could sense inanimate objects such as desks, notebooks and dust particles in the air all wanting to scream at me, all locked onto me. They wouldn't just leave me alone!
I don't know what's happening. I already forgot what I was feeling when I started writing this and, reading back, I don't know what I meant with "my light bulb's trying to tell me something".
I should not procrastinate. It's a sort of addiction.
Maybe,
maybe I'm not were I'm supposed to be. What a shame!
If an alien race was to kidnap me, put me in a tank full of liquid and set me to an eternal sleep, they would play digeridoo music in order to keep me peaceful.
It's just a feeling, though, inspired by my fluorescent light bulb this morning. Yea, something about it is different today and I think it's trying to tell me something. It's probably my subconscious, I don't know. Like that other time months ago, I had a fever and the day seemed quite strange, as if someone had tweaked the Sun's light's hue just a tiny bit, too tiny for anyone to notice but tiny enough to be a message for me; strange things were abound. All through my classes, everything felt so hostile, so weird. I had an endless urge to bite on my tongue and perhaps chew it off. I could sense inanimate objects such as desks, notebooks and dust particles in the air all wanting to scream at me, all locked onto me. They wouldn't just leave me alone!
I don't know what's happening. I already forgot what I was feeling when I started writing this and, reading back, I don't know what I meant with "my light bulb's trying to tell me something".
I should not procrastinate. It's a sort of addiction.
Maybe,
maybe I'm not were I'm supposed to be. What a shame!
Click to viewIf an alien race was to kidnap me, put me in a tank full of liquid and set me to an eternal sleep, they would play digeridoo music in order to keep me peaceful.