Cabin fever. An ode to secret blog posts!
Jeepers. What a raw and distant mess i've gotten myself into. Only problem is i'm the only one who knows, and only one who can know about it. Am i writing this in the deep seeded unconscious hope that it will be read, and by who?
I have about all the the motivation of a doped up sloth. Although, I have heard that sloths, despite their apparent shortcomings, or should I say, slow comings, have some other unique attribute which far outweighs slow mo.
This brings me to my next point.. I am livejournaling again, I am writing proetery/cryptic posts on Schmacebook. Is my mental health deteriorating? How can I stop this from happening? GET ME INTO PLACEMENT. DRAIN THE RESEARCH OUT OF ME.
How do I stop myself, when no doubt, if I was a fly on the wall, i would be like.. "oh gguuurrrrrrrrrnd, that shiz is SO obvious!"??
I'm scared. And it becomes clear, that, rather than looking at your beautiful face, I need to go have have a good look at mine -- Go and do something extraordinary. (Just not that).
I have about all the the motivation of a doped up sloth. Although, I have heard that sloths, despite their apparent shortcomings, or should I say, slow comings, have some other unique attribute which far outweighs slow mo.
This brings me to my next point.. I am livejournaling again, I am writing proetery/cryptic posts on Schmacebook. Is my mental health deteriorating? How can I stop this from happening? GET ME INTO PLACEMENT. DRAIN THE RESEARCH OUT OF ME.
How do I stop myself, when no doubt, if I was a fly on the wall, i would be like.. "oh gguuurrrrrrrrrnd, that shiz is SO obvious!"??
I'm scared. And it becomes clear, that, rather than looking at your beautiful face, I need to go have have a good look at mine -- Go and do something extraordinary. (Just not that).