Wanted to post one of the stories i wrote from my dreams, but i realised i couldn't. It still feels so real, and so raw.
"This story took more out of me than I expected. I dreamt and felt as deeply or perhaps more than the characters did. It pulled me in, made me feel and hurt as they did. So I wrote it down".
Back to verbal diarrhoea just because procrastinating is a pain in the ass. I know life as a student is awesome and all, but the stress from cramming for finals is real. Well, the stress from not being stress and the stress from seeing everyone else stress, and the eventual leftover stress from all of the stress is just stressing me out. And no, it doesnt help that my exams start when everyone else finishes. #fml
Cant wait for friday, it seems so near yet so far. And i can't wait for next friday, which reminds me that i need to start packing. Cant wait for reunion, can't wait to start my adventure, can't wait to toss everything out of the window.
When everything feels so close to the surface, it makes me a little nervous. You don't know how close you've hit the target. Drained and in need for a good break, for a brain break and a break from the world.
