Ever feel like your head is about to explode?
That’s me as of late.
I don’t know why everything decides to crash in all at once, but it does.
I haven’t written since August… that makes me sad ): I just wish I had time. Well, I do have time. I just… spend it elsewhere. It’s always elsewhere. When I wish I could spend it here. Sometimes I wish I could just take a breather from all the deadlines and the grades and the activity and just come here, and pour a bit of my tension and soul here on the screen.
Right now, it seems like a conflict of interest. College applications (early action, anyways) are due at the end of this week, rehearsals won’t stop, homework won’t either… I’m plagued with social issues that I wish I could get over, I feel like I barely talk to J, and my mother seems to be guilting me every chance she gets. (typical teen girl thing to say, right?)
And it feels like one more sleepless night, one more breakdown of the outer shell, one more person criticizing my every move may do it in for me.
As much as I try to stay afloat, my life preserver drifts away from me. She says I never smile any more. I’ve noticed, and it’s like I’m losing touch with all I used to love. This year is bear, and as I write this I dread waking up tomorrow.
I should sleep, I need to be places early.
But I can’t.
I feel like going on a rampage through my assignments, completing them with little care and throwing them aside in a massive DONE pile. But when the TO-DO pile is larger than I am…
And re-reading this I feel like a messed-up, angsty teenager. Rebellious and nervous and angry and jealous and sad and unworthy and reckless.
I just got home from a night out with friends. On a Tuesday. *insert mother criticism here*. I should be happy. I was happy.
What happened?
Since when do I spend more time in solemn silence than in laughter?
I just want to know that this numbness isn’t permanent, that it’ll go away, that I’ll be able to leap over it and turn around and laugh at it later.
Is that too much to ask?
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strictly stephanie 