gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme summer, please.
this stress is paralyzing.
i fear i will never catch up.
my mind is racing and i can
not focus for more than five
minutes at a time. my stomach
aches as i think of all that
i must accomplish in the next
three week; in fact it hurts
just thinking about what i
must accomplish by tomorrow.
i am swimming in a sea of
paper work and to-do lists
and there is no lighthouse
in sight.
wow that metaphor is outta
control and cryptic....it
must be the mt dew AMP i just
chugged (YIKES talk about being
white trash). im actually not
sure if any of this makes sense
or is worth writing... im just
looking for another excuse to
avoid my work.