Juliet...
There's nothing quite like mixtaping at 2:30 in the morning, knowing that you have to get up in just a handfull of hours.
But I am plagued by a migraine headache, as the Excedrin I desperately consumed a few hours ago has long worn away.
And I'm only supposed to consume two pills every twenty four hours.
Drat.
Tomorrow [or...should I say later today?] I have an appointment with the dentist, and an appointment with the doctor the day after.
Nothing too sensational, just your run of the mill nonsense.
And as I sit here, the television's dull glow and Mordred my only company, I realive that the majority of my life's make up is, in fact, run of the mill nonsense. School work, social functions, sex in my head...
What is it all, really?
I'm not happy...this isn't my moment to thrive, to shine.
It makes me wonder why I'm doing it at all...
Not living so much as trying, caring about things that I've already decided aren't exactly important or pertinant.
I suppose I want my moment of prime potential to be as blossomed as possible...and so I try to an extent now...to get good grades, to have relationships, and the like...
But that feeling of unimportance still swims and surges within me; and I'm not quite sure how to shake it.
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