Stressed. on going headaches. major headaches. mentally falling apart. Struggling to keep my eyes open. writing poems in the middle of class to calm myself. feeling like I'm losing myself. This has honestly been the hardest semester i have ever had. like seriously. the worst. Trying so hard to keep up. Working two jobs in order to participate in this holiday season. Wanting to give this season, rather than ask. Wanting some type of satisfaction. I forget i still have someone else to think about....myself. I tend to forget to keep myself happy. But then again...it's hard when i have a pile of things to do. I spend so much time trying to please everyone else...that i start to lose myself. I have the biggest downfall of getting TOO caught up. I apologize to whoever is reading this long complaint. This is not a poem. It was not meant to be a poem. It's purpose is to help clear my head. I'm literally writing this in my anatomy and physiology class. My teacher stands before me, lecturing about the respiratory tract system. I lift my head up every now and then to act like I'm paying attention. I'm sure she thinks I'm just taking notes. I really need to get away. a sweet vacation. just a few hours by myself. If you cared about what's going on, you'd keep reading....if not then stop...this is not a poem. But misery loves company, so i'd take it you'r still reading. people love to hear about others downfall. They don't care about you'r accomplishments. they just want to know everything that is not going right with you. Those are helpless people...with no life.
The company of misery is the company who wants others to fail with them. I will say, I AM NOT MISERABLE! Far from it.
All this stress is coming from hard work.
your still reading?
That's fine. I'm actually done.
My mind is relaxed.
Not clear enough, but relaxed enough.
