The temperature’s mild, and my laptop has been making that ‘turn me off, I’ve been on far too long’ noise for the last two hours or so.
If I glance to the right I’ll see an emptyish bowl of cereal. It seems I wasn’t really hungry, eating something just seemed like something to do to pass the time.
My room is a cluttered mess, but not in a rockstar way, in more of a ‘your secret world is higgledy-piggledy on the floor’ kind of way.
There’s a book I read a few weeks ago on my desk. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It’s really good, except that there was a pretty intense poem in there. I was frightened when I first read this poem, frightened to the extent that I hid under my blanket with my eyes closed.
My eyes are always closed nowadays, even when their open. I try so hard to avoid unwanted information. Sometimes, however, my defences lapse, and I’ll hear things I don’t really want to hear, and upset myself.
The thing is, I don’t really do crying, just because it’s not in my nature anymore, I cried everything out when I was young, so there’s pretty much nothing in there except a couple of dry tear-ducts. This year though, I’ve cried twice, both because of the same thing, It’s so weird.
Sometime’s I get weird urges for toast, and sometimes milk. But I shouldn’t give into my milk urges, I drink far, far more milk than the regular human probably should…
It’s now just after midnight, this time on a Thursday. I don’t know, I just spieled on for ten minutes for no other reason than I wanted to get things out of my brain so that they wouldn’t clog up my precious neurons.
If I sit and stare for long enough, the problem won’t magically fix itself.
Most people don’t look at all perspectives to a situation but instead choose to take the easy way out.
This is the biggest faux pas a person can make.