Dang, it's almost been a week since my last post. I'm slacking off...
This past week has just been all ups and downs. I don't really remember anything huge, so we'll just call it average and move on.
So today while sitting in psych, I had the most terrible daydreams that I was hardcore fighting someone. And by hardcore, I mean laying down fists and lots of scratching and kicking. I feel that in the past few months, I've had a lot of pent up emotions. Some new ones I can add to the mix are skepticism, cynical, trust issues, and hostile.
I just can't help it! The mere sight of "it" just sets me off and just gets me all wound up. I'd love nothing more than to just knock a few teeth out. It kind of bothers me... maybe borderline scares me. Just like when I was dealing with November, I'm perfectly fine with friends around to distract me, but once I'm alone, I'm just drowning in the abyss of my mind. Too much black water. Too cold. Too slick and sharp, like liquid glass shards.
I need to resolve my inner dilemma. Like I said last summer: Sophomore year was great, but I think that everything will change this year. And yes, everything did change.
Tomorrow I get my wisdom teeth out. No soda or gum for weeks.
xx But I Will Rise Again... The Fight Is To The End Marz
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