And I don't even know anything anymore.
I feel like time is slipping through my fingers.
I have things I should be doing but I don't know when I'm going to get them done.
School keeps drowning me in piles of reports and exams.
I feel like I keep messing up, and up and up.
I'm just frustrated and stressed I suppose.
Things are going good but at the same time they aren't.
And on top of that, I'm having medical issues.
I have to spend two days of my thanksgiving break hooked up to wires.
I'm not really looking forward to that.
But I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel, that it gets darkest just before the dawn, and to keep on smiling regardless. So I will.
There are good things, and I'm not sad.
I'm just frustrated a little bit and slightly sad that life is passing me by so quickly.
I always run out of hours in the day.
But I'm keeping my head high.
I'm recovering from my slight break down.
I'm taking breaths.
More than one and probably more than a hundred also.
I'm sort of sitting on the edge of in betweens.
And it's rocking me back and forth when I thought it was a regular, ordinary chair.
I'm in love with the sea but sometimes I get sea sick.