Jan 16, 2007 22:47
I have this frantic, on-edge feeling, as if I'm about to have a nervous breakdown. And I really, really hope that I'm not, because I really don't have time. And I can't understand why I'm feeling so stressed. Is it the snow? Certainly, except for walking the dogs down to the pond, I haven't really been out much, these past few days. Do I just have some form of cabin fever (yeah, that will always make me think of singin Muppets)? I feel as if I'm about to explode, and I can't say why. I have school tomorrow, two hours late. Is that it? Am I just worried about school? Is it all the writing that I've been doing? The fact that I'm 16 and still a financial burden, rather than help, for my family? I just don't think that it's any of these things. But I'm about to scream. I can feel screaming welled up inside me, like a Jack-in-the-Box, and, any day now, I'm going to go "Ahhhhhh!!!" and everyone around me will die of fright, because a tiny clown clothed in a bright poly-blend jester's suit just sprang out of my mouth.
I am completely and utterly mad.
And I just wish that I knew why, so that I could enjoy lunacy. As it is, I'm going to become the new Bobby Fisher, but without any of the genius or the chess-playing skills.
bored,
madness