Xander’s ________ Life.
Part… what? Chapter ?
My mind is fried. I don’t think I’ve ever been so overwhelmed by life. It’s a terrible feeling; it feels like I’ve lost the ME in my life. If life is a war, I’m at the point where everything has degenerated
into a senseless melee; and then having been clubbed in the head, am
lying somewhere in the between consciousness and oblivion.
Does that make any kind of sense to anyone? This powerless, nearly-defeated, lost-in-mayhem feeling; why can’t I seem to get out of it? Is it just stress? Lots of stress?
Spring break didn’t help at all.
It’s so overwhelming that I can’t focus; I can’t concentrate. I can’t even keep a coherent thought in my mind for longer than it takes to think it. Worst of all (at least in Xanga), I can’t write a straight paragraph without degenerating into a senseless stream of consciousness. Absolutely unacceptable, considering that I need to write a 8-20 page short story by Thrusday. Maybe it’s the effect of being lost right in the middle of college. And I’m bumbling blindly through this mess, and it is beginning to piss me off.
What is it???
Mleh. Too much stress… that’s all I can think of. Ay… well, hopefully I’m not losing my cognitive powers… if this is just stress (not to marginalize), at least there’s something I can do about it. Needless to say, this isn’t the best time to be evaluating my life, or making big decisions… I think I just need time to chill, which I haven’t had for WAY too long. In the mean time… I’ll survive where I can. School is a neverending demon, and like I said three months ago, it is our common enemy.
*Sigh…* I need rest…
Oh, in the mean time… apparently my face has something to say:
|What Your Face Says|