It's been... quite a week. Emotional downs and more downs, one of those times when all that's keeping you sane are the small insignificant things that only make you happy because you allow them to. I'm kinda tired of re-telling over and over again everything that's happened.
The scary thing is, it seems like this is only a prelude to what the rest of May has to offer. In a sense it feels like the route march that I started the week with, when you tiredly just drag one foot in front of the other, and the only thing sustaining you is some overly powerful stimulus that will not allow you to give up. The problem being that even if the body wants to give up, the brain can always tell it otherwise, but if the brain wants to give up, there's nothing to tell it to continue. (The heart, evidently, doesn't do shit in this metaphor) Right now I'm plodding one foot in front of the other in some unknown direction, with no real reason to go on though.
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