swim in the water, and please drink it
i have a slight apprehensiveness as to what to expect this year as of now
as i lug around what feels to be my 14 year old brother on my back all day
killing my shoulders with my knees buckling under extreme pressure
i cant help but think i will be stuck with repulsive posture by the end of the year
my skirts can float around as easy either, its quite the set back i must say
tehe
nine hours of sleep doesnt cut it for me
but having a mother become the mediator between the two of people somehow calms me to know that i havent left with not even a footprint of remorse or slight concern
actually
the mediator had left the building
but i was asked to page her back in
slight downfall of spirits
though i do believe my writers block has diminished
ending this nonsense of psychological concern and worry to the extent where i believe a pair of shoes could stand to sit through a long process of diagnostic tests
but cant we all
so these first few days have brought me back into a daily routine
it gives me a strong sense of reality that i have to crave in order to love that feeling of any time that i can full heartedly escape from it
because then
whats the point of this full schedule when all i want is this block of hyperactivity
so that i can gain some sort of consciousness and i sit through each droning sound of craming as much information as possible into the tiny vessecles
that are somehow only four letters long
all of this talk of 7 number combinations
you would think humans could hold more capacity
.:lovebug:.
as i lug around what feels to be my 14 year old brother on my back all day
killing my shoulders with my knees buckling under extreme pressure
i cant help but think i will be stuck with repulsive posture by the end of the year
my skirts can float around as easy either, its quite the set back i must say
tehe
nine hours of sleep doesnt cut it for me
but having a mother become the mediator between the two of people somehow calms me to know that i havent left with not even a footprint of remorse or slight concern
actually
the mediator had left the building
but i was asked to page her back in
slight downfall of spirits
though i do believe my writers block has diminished
ending this nonsense of psychological concern and worry to the extent where i believe a pair of shoes could stand to sit through a long process of diagnostic tests
but cant we all
so these first few days have brought me back into a daily routine
it gives me a strong sense of reality that i have to crave in order to love that feeling of any time that i can full heartedly escape from it
because then
whats the point of this full schedule when all i want is this block of hyperactivity
so that i can gain some sort of consciousness and i sit through each droning sound of craming as much information as possible into the tiny vessecles
that are somehow only four letters long
all of this talk of 7 number combinations
you would think humans could hold more capacity
.:lovebug:.