Rainy Days, I Pray for Rainy Days
I'm frustrated with myself and I don't know why. Actually, I might know why, but it's a difficult avenue to explore and I don't fully understand each side of the internal debate yet. There's other factors involved, and deeper unconscious schemas and motivations and maybe it's all a heuristic that's telling me what I think it is, when, upon furthur evaluation, I'll find it's not that at all (yes, that's too much psych 105 right there, chapters on motivation and personality have fucked with my brain). It's making me a bit... sad, actually.
But then again, I go through phases. I get the January blues and possibly the March blues? I'll get the late June blues and the October-November mania. September and February and December nostalgia and August is inner-child month. I wish I could say I was joking.
Maybe I'll just tarot card it out. Part of the problem is that I'm afraid of all the answers.
Anyway, no reason to look too deep into it. Really, it's probably just end of semester stress that I'm angsting over for no good reason like always. <3
On another note, miss my sister; I think that's definately feeding it.
But then again, I go through phases. I get the January blues and possibly the March blues? I'll get the late June blues and the October-November mania. September and February and December nostalgia and August is inner-child month. I wish I could say I was joking.
Maybe I'll just tarot card it out. Part of the problem is that I'm afraid of all the answers.
Anyway, no reason to look too deep into it. Really, it's probably just end of semester stress that I'm angsting over for no good reason like always. <3
On another note, miss my sister; I think that's definately feeding it.