So my life is on repeat right now. Go to bed late every night sometime past midnight, sober if it's during the week, inebriated if it's the weekend. But regardless of the condition I am in when I enter my cocoon, I come out of it not as a beautiful butterfly ready to face the day, but as a drunk slob. I wake up hammered, every morning. I don't know who I am, what day it is, where I am, what I have to do...nothing. I wake up and have to catch myself up on my life. It's not fun, and it's not funny. It's just exhausting.
So after this ten minute recap of my life, I suddenly realize I'm now late, and I start rushing to the uncomfortably small shower. Then try on at least three different outfits before I decide it's a sweatpants kind of day. And then haul ass to class, where I sit and doodle for fifty minutes and still try to catch up with myself. And this happens every bloody day. I haven't been this confused since... well since last semester.
There's something about college and being away from home that has me lost. My priorities are so out of whack it's unbelievable and my perception of time is no where close to linear. I feel like Alice in Wonderland, except completely pathetic and without the guidance of a sexy mad-hatter. I need a reality check and sooner rather than later.
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