instead of studying
Does it count as a duel of purpose if one party may be unaware of what that purpose is?
I suppose I'm happy to report that my dreams have ceased to be so very strange. Actually it has now been several days since I have been able to even recall the vaguest detail of what I have dreamt, either over night or while napping. Which in itself is strange, because I tend to be skilled at remembering my dreams.
My mood has been fluctuating, and today was definitely a narcoleptic kind of day. I don't seem to be motivated to do anything. Which is definitely different for some one who's generally trying to run in five different directions at once. Perhaps this candle's flame is starting to go out. It's definitely flickering.
I am not very sad, nor terribly lonely, but a miniscule amount of both. Maybe not at all sad and little bit more lonely. Yet presently I'm hardly even feeling that. I think that thinking about how that feels is draining me. I feel appreciated but not necessarily loved.
I'll get over it, bounce back, burn brightly again. I always do. And the scary truth is that I might actually enjoy this cycle.
Friends are the greatest. And we might as well burn the damn grapevine down. People are going after it with hedge clippers.
I suppose I'm happy to report that my dreams have ceased to be so very strange. Actually it has now been several days since I have been able to even recall the vaguest detail of what I have dreamt, either over night or while napping. Which in itself is strange, because I tend to be skilled at remembering my dreams.
My mood has been fluctuating, and today was definitely a narcoleptic kind of day. I don't seem to be motivated to do anything. Which is definitely different for some one who's generally trying to run in five different directions at once. Perhaps this candle's flame is starting to go out. It's definitely flickering.
I am not very sad, nor terribly lonely, but a miniscule amount of both. Maybe not at all sad and little bit more lonely. Yet presently I'm hardly even feeling that. I think that thinking about how that feels is draining me. I feel appreciated but not necessarily loved.
I'll get over it, bounce back, burn brightly again. I always do. And the scary truth is that I might actually enjoy this cycle.
Friends are the greatest. And we might as well burn the damn grapevine down. People are going after it with hedge clippers.