I woke up shortly after recalling what happened yesterday. My cooperating teacher jokingly suggested to jump off the third-story window of the school, because I had too much paperwork to do the next few days…
Have I gone soft or is that inappropriate?
On another thought, I almost sarcastically laughed inside since she seem to have read my mind as I was contemplating on such a thought for a brief moment during the weekend (but for other reasons)…
The best part of my day is probably that I got an renewal extension on my textbook because the cute librarian did an override on the system.
I need a fucking hug.
Or a tub of green tea pastry treats that I can submerge myself into.
Saved by My Teeth Marks.
I’m not going to lie; it has been a tumultuous few days. With little work done, my mind has seemed to be obsessively occupied with events that occurred just recently. Unfortunately, it reopened a dark moment in my life that I do not wish to ever recall again…
My mouth’s shooting blanks.
I’ve gotten vulnerable.
Now anyone is free to waltz right in.
My temple’s been invaded
and there’s nobody guarding it.
All over this lonely life,
but what’s so wrong with being all alone?
Alone’s the only way I’ve ever known.
Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it’s just not worth getting back up,
So I’ll blame it on bad luck.
And I’ll shake responsibility.
And say a hard life did this to me.