HUMPDAY!

A lot of exciting things happened the past week: I (finally) got my learner's permit on Saturday. My mom expects me to have my license within a month so I guess I'm set?
I chose all of my courses for next semester, but I can't make the official switch to Interior Design until I have an art portfolio review, which will most likely be at the end of the Fall semester. I'm so very excited for this change :)
Lastly, I GOT AN APARTMENT! We picked out exactly which one we want and finalized everything last night. I will be sharing it, obviously, but I'll have more than a little box to live in next year. Again, very excited :) Mostly to be able to decorate and buy things...

Anyway, today I wrote a little something during my French class that I figured I'd post. It kind of just came to me and I wrote hastily, so I haven't edited or anything.


Time feels like nothing to me. It does not move swiftly or slowly. It stands still, motionless. I check the clock, thirty minutes have passed but I have no idea where they have gone. I feel nothing. I want to stand up from this chair and run from this plain room, far far away from the thoughts that have enslaved me. I cannot comprehend the words being spoken, they merely float in the air around me like snowflakes. They wisp around but do not touch me; they do not make their way to my ears. I want to scream out of frustration but my jaw seems to be glued shut. My mind will not stop racing. It recounts every word, every promise, every lie. I tear each of them apart, dissecting it for some deeper hidden meaning but find nothing. I am only thinking in circles.