☼ Find Me, Fix Me

I'm seriously screwed.

I'm going to bomb that physics test.

Sigh...

My stomach still hurts no matter how much I eat, and head still hurts even if I take Tylenol or Advil.

I know I'll end up failing everyone who cares for me.

So....Sorry.

I don't what's been happening...

All I know is that things have to get better.

Right Now

Fort Minor (feat. Black Thought of the Roots and Styles of Beyond)

We don't sleep to dream
We sleep to build stamina

when happiness doesn't work...

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

So much crap to do. I feel so stupid with my whining. It's probably only going to get worse.

And all I can do is stare stupidly at the present speeding off into the distance, leaving me in a cloud of dust and confusion and helplessness, and a broken rope in my hand, frayed and tired for having to pull my deadweight. There's no rush of wind, no whistling of the wind as it grazes past my ears, no thrill of the ride of being present, there's no blood pumping through my veins in that crazy rhythm. All I can do is blink and stare blankly, wondering what happened and when that rope broke, and when this wagon I am standing on will finally slow to a stop...or if I'll fall off before that happens.