Sleepwalking my way through life: The day of cynisism



The day of cynisism

Nothing happened today, but it felt like everything did.

I couldn't concentrate at all. I looked at poems, books, sheets, even my dissertation and I couldn't hold my mind on it for more than a minute. I'd look, try and then let my head fall into my hands in a tired frustration. I ran my hand through my hair and tried again before my eyes refused to read it. My mind was racing with thoughts that I didn't want to look at, and I couldn't concentrate.

But I'm better now.

Looks like Mr Fitzpatrick will have to settle with three thousand five hundred words. I couldn't concentrate on my dissertation either.

I'm in way over my head about things. I can't handle them anymore.

And I hate making angels cry.

*Cue emo music*
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