I tend to remind myself not to blog emotionally. Perhaps it’s due my fucked up comfort levels, but typing and publishing my personal thoughts onto the world wide web is the same as allowing people to see me in a swimsuit. But in this case, fuck it. I’m taking it all off.
I can’t stress this enough, but I’m ready to rebuild. So much is depending on the next three months. As days go by and the 28th draws near, my heart can’t help but to pound faster and faster. All that I can attempt comprehend at the moment are the immense opportunities to redefine, reinvigorate, and… Damn, I can’t put it into words.
All I know is that I’m about to shit myself from optimism. TMI.
“Earth” —— ”Mankind”
Ever look at a normal word and wonder why the hell it’s spelled the way it is?
2500 words into my paper, 0 hours spent sleeping.
So many words look so strange to me… I need to get the paper over and done with or else I’m going to forget how to read and writ-dsjzilf em ahti mde s.
