It feels like one side of my face is swollen.
And my forehead is peeling. Yum.
I've been anxious lately. I think part of that feeling is due my lack of writing in the last three weeks. At home, I wrote every night before I went to bed. Or I would read over something I had recently written. I haven't done that at all and I think it's beginning to weigh on me. I haven't written in my journal either. I'm afraid I will forget what happens this year if I don't write about it. But maybe things that are forgettable should be forgettable. So, if I do forget about this year, maybe it's better that way.
I feel disconnnected. I feel like a bad friend to a lot of people. I also feel like I should care more about certain things but I don't.
I have fallen in love with apathy. Take that as you will because that could read a double meaning. If you know me, you'll understand.
I'm thinking this could be my penultimate entry.
I've been anxious lately. I think part of that feeling is due my lack of writing in the last three weeks. At home, I wrote every night before I went to bed. Or I would read over something I had recently written. I haven't done that at all and I think it's beginning to weigh on me. I haven't written in my journal either. I'm afraid I will forget what happens this year if I don't write about it. But maybe things that are forgettable should be forgettable. So, if I do forget about this year, maybe it's better that way.
I feel disconnnected. I feel like a bad friend to a lot of people. I also feel like I should care more about certain things but I don't.
I have fallen in love with apathy. Take that as you will because that could read a double meaning. If you know me, you'll understand.
I'm thinking this could be my penultimate entry.