Indescribable (Name that mood, I am probably it!)
I don't write here much, except for when I am experiencing turmoil that I can no longer cope with. Where to start? How about I just get right down to the point...
I seem to be drowning in school work or some medical problem (physical or mental), therefore, I am lacking in the basic necessities of life which include food, exercise, sleep, and fun. The lack of food, exercise, and sleep are probably contributing to physical health problems that I have and/or are probably acquiring at this point based on my symtpoms, in addition to doing a number on my mental health. As far as fun is concerned, it is becoming only a word that is believed to exist in the English language and may be able to be referenced in a dictionary.
I crave social interaction with my friends...My inmate status at the SUNY Oswego School of Education has helped to further alienate me from my old friends, my new friends, any organizations I belong to, and pretty much the world as I have no idea about what is going on because I am on this computer being molested by some kind of paper for some class (not my idea of a good time).
I am loosing my sense of purpose...What am I doing this all for? I feel like I am literally working myself to death and I do not feel any benefits of this near death experince...
I am going to go take a small nap so that I don't do or say anything crazy....
The End.
I seem to be drowning in school work or some medical problem (physical or mental), therefore, I am lacking in the basic necessities of life which include food, exercise, sleep, and fun. The lack of food, exercise, and sleep are probably contributing to physical health problems that I have and/or are probably acquiring at this point based on my symtpoms, in addition to doing a number on my mental health. As far as fun is concerned, it is becoming only a word that is believed to exist in the English language and may be able to be referenced in a dictionary.
I crave social interaction with my friends...My inmate status at the SUNY Oswego School of Education has helped to further alienate me from my old friends, my new friends, any organizations I belong to, and pretty much the world as I have no idea about what is going on because I am on this computer being molested by some kind of paper for some class (not my idea of a good time).
I am loosing my sense of purpose...What am I doing this all for? I feel like I am literally working myself to death and I do not feel any benefits of this near death experince...
I am going to go take a small nap so that I don't do or say anything crazy....
The End.