I feel like I'm back in my sophomore year. It's 11pm and I haven't started the huge project that's due tomorrow. I really should be pulling an all-nighter, but I have this firm belief that everything will work out just fine, and so I decide to go to bed instead.
Only this time the huge project involves taking my life and moving it to Japan in two suitcases, one backpack, and one box. I know it's gonna take longer than the six hours I have set aside for packing tomorrow, and this worries me. But at the same time, that unrealistic feeling that everything will somehow just end up working out has taken a firm hold in my mind once again. So, against all logic, I'm going to bed.
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