Come on, head. Just do your chemistry.
Just stop your extra mess and chaos, do your chemistry.
I am doing band night on thursday. I can't stop thinking about it. We are so unprepared and it is all my fault because i was avoiding planning it because i knew it was going to sound crap so at the back of my mind i had the intention of bailing.
Why the hell do they put me in charge of these sorts of things?
I spent hours doing the same guitar riffs that sounded shit, experimenting for new ones, getting frustrated at the combinations i could use of them all, knowing the whole thing is totally unimportant and yet not finding any solutions or order in it.
I am hyperactive, but so tired.
My room is a bomb and my head is a bomb and things are sort of unreal. If anyone comes into my room to socialise i will probably scream. And only then will I be able to ask them if they would like a cup of tea and a scone and would they like a seat?
I can't focus on chemistry to save my life. They are all black and white symbols and i can't order it; where do i start? Everything around me imprints in my head too much, everything that is composed of atoms is an instant distraction.
The exam is creeping up on me and i don't know how to get onto it.
Just buckle down you idiot! Just force yourself!
Ok. I will.
Shut it all out.
The only way to make progress is to do one thing solidly at a time.
Order yourself. You don't need to be doing anything other than the task you have set yourself at this time.
You bloody idiot
Schrodinger's cat's whiskers can be turned into sewing thread for all I care.
Regards,
Christina Penna
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