However, when I rolled over this morning, the same problems…. struggles…. battles… I went to bed with, smiled at me. The one-night stand that regret. I was lulled to sleep with a false sense of comfort as I, against every will of my own, spooned with the troubles that constantly keep me up.
Whether I make conscious reflections or whether it pounds my subconscious mercilessly, these current difficulties I’m dealing with, a cocktail of them rather, has me drunk.
I delicately sip this poison in defiance.
Problematic inebriation shall ensue, I predict.
Perhaps I should attack the problem inadvertently. But, to purposefully plan an attack with no intention seems contradictary.
……as many things in this life seem to be.
I have no clue where I’m going with this.
Just a chunk of a stream of consciousness, I suppose.
Skipped my first class. Only going to second to turn a paper in. Trying to finish an assignment now.
…my friend gets on Skype. turns his vdeo on and his face is SWOLLEN.
Some loser and his ass-load of friends attacked him. I just…. I can’t focus really.
He’s determined to get revenge, I’m trying to talk him out of it. He’s not listening. I want him to listen to me. Rationalize. Think. Think rather than act on how he feels, but I can’t tell him how to think if I can only imagine what he’s feeling.