Sometimes things just don't feel right. I'm surprised my body hasn't learned to sleep for days uninterrupted. Much to my amazement I keep waking up every day.
Today my steps seemed smaller, almost like I wasn't even taking them. I thumbed my mp3 player for the entire twenty minute drive to campus and found nothing I wanted to hear. Talk radio was uninteresting. The sound of nothing might have been a good option. Food has lost its appeal.
A few factors contributing to this miserableness; the weight of my schoolwork, the text message I couldn't resist sending to the love that is gone, and the pure loneliness of my daily life in the 'Boro. I've been told that everyone feels this way and I'm not one to disagree. If anything I'm critical of it. I like to say "It could be worse," or "at least you've got your health," but it could be better.
When all your life's drama comes from HBO and Showtime series I'd say you've got cause for concern. I'm more than familiar with my emotional highs and lows, yet I have no clue what brings them about. I do know that I am here, thumbing my way just like everyone else and just wondering, what's in a day?
Whatever you make of it.
Right.
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