and she was bored..
There's too much and too little going on in my head. I feel I need to write things down but writing has felt too.. slow alot of the time. Tempted as I am to spill my heart out and semi-publicly announce how mentally ill I've been the past four months.. I don't think I will (even though I just did in a vague manner)? It really has never helped. I have only ever lost friends. I am really far too depressing... not to mention - a pain in the ass. haha.
It finally feels vaguely like autumn, so naturally I feel like burning things. I've also developed some strange attraction to the colour red. Contrary to the stereotypical mental effects of RED.. it actually calms me down.
Also.. I'm dropping this semester because I can't handle that shit right now. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Currently letting it go down the drain. Not that taking time off is necessarily a bad move, but judging by the unhealthy way I've been living, it's not some sort of brave decision. It's really more about me running away. Running away is great while there's still something unpleasant to dodge. Not so great when you yourself become that unpleasant thing you want to dodge. lalala.
Love.