Miserable.
The thing about being sick, is that it makes you feel miserable, inside out, and in every way possible. Suddenly I just feel terrible. Maybe actually studying for MA and putting my energies into it has drained me, now that the paper is over I just feel like collapsing. And everything else is starting to crash down upon me.
It meant something to me.
Almost a week of sniffles and coughs, and it seems that a sore throat is due anytime soon, I can feel it. I can't sleep now. I'm tired, and look and feel like something similar to a living zombie, but I can't sleep. It's not like the dreams of recent have been very encouraging either.
It didn't turn out the way it should have.
Oh, I know I'll be fine in the morning. I don't stay miserable for long. But the achingly torn up and wracked feeling inside me at the moment just needs somewhere to go for a while.
You've misunderstood... but it's too late anyway.
Okay. I'm calm now. Sick as hell still, but calm. Maybe I'm terrible at saying things, at putting things into words. I know everything sounds a lot worse than it is. Judge me, then not by face value, for nothing is ever really what it seems.
But it's okay. I'm fine.
Alright, I'm done. Session of angst is over. Time to sleep, and hopefully the cold/cough/sorethroat will decide to just go away. Three more papers left. No worries, I'm okay.
...Her eyes travelled with his strides, following the distant shadow into the gloom. Finally, she turns around, and walks slowly away. Minds wandering and wondering, life's complexities and puzzlements. Pondering the could have been, the should been, or the what will be. Perhaps their paths will cross again someday, perhaps not, for the many winding roads do not always meet; yet at times, somehow even the most distant routes find their way to each other. The thinkers have their own lanes to find, their own streets to conquer, and new travellers to meet.
The streetlamps dim, the lights fade, and the empty road is washed once again in darkness. No one is left standing there, for they have all gone to seek what is exciting, new, and born of the light.
Her eyes lingered upon this sight a moment longer, then shut close and turned away...
:8:21 PM: :sugah~plum
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