Yay.
I love this feeling.
This feeling of adrenaline
This feeling that keeps me awake at night.
This feeling that I'm going to explode
This feeling that I just don't want enough
This feeling that I just don't care enough
And all the freaking thoughts that go with it. I know ya'll are sick and tired of my talking/complaining/whining about it. I can't help it. What can I do with something that consumes me? You know, I really should iron out my priorities. Because this isn't really what matters. In the grand scheme of things, this really doesn't matter. But then, neither does most of what I do, think, feel. In the grand scheme of things, will I have really made a difference? Will I? Really? What I care about now isn't just merely what it is. I've got deeper crap going on. Pride. Identity. Self-worth. Isn't it just dandy when they're intertwined? I can't take it. School - English, Calc, German. Band - GD chairtests. My family. other people.
But I have to leave now. Gotta go play store for some 'bible buck' redemption at the advent festival at church. Joy.
And would you imagine, on top of all this crap, my birthday's Sunday?
*screams*
I need therepy.
