Okay- I am so exhausted because I spent the entire day working on an essay and at this point I have exactly 102 words left to reach the word limit, but OHMYGOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm seriously lying on the floor in foetal position (which, by the way, makes this quite hard to type) and I have been trying to write the same sentence for over ten minutes and thinking:
"I don't even know what I want to say"
"What is this essay even about?"
"What subject is this for again?"
and attempting to read over what I have written, but I'm like "I don't understand what I'm trying to say. Is this even in English?"
I am actually so exhausted and I think I've gone insane (even more so than usual) because I haven't seen another human being all day, and I'm starting to have conversations with inanimate objects.
This post really has no important message to it, it really is just me avoiding looking at the monstrosity of an essay I have been struggling with. I've been putting off this essay for so long, spending all of yesterday Skyping one of my best friends for ten hours straight (which was amazing), doing laundry, having extra showers when I've already had one, and even at one point a few days ago, taking shameless photos with my flat mate of our Christmas pyjama bottoms.
Also, I've done a lot of binge watching of 'New Girl' and finished an entire series in one day, as well as reading a book, making endless cups of tea, washing other peoples dishes that were left on the sink, and the most recent thing I've done was attempt to find a gif to show how I feel right now, and none seem to be satisfying enough, however whenever in doubt, Jess is always the best option:
This scene is when Jess was home alone and she kept hearing noises. The reason why this picture is so relatable is because, for the past couple of days, it's just been me and one other flatmate in our house and this evening I heard the doors of the corridor opening and closing at one point, so I messaged them to see if they wanted to have dinner and their reply was: "Im not at home at the moment" and I was like "then who else is in this house?!?" (still don't know who it is, but I can hear something) So I know how Jess feels.
I'm just going to be completely honest and say: all I want to do right now is have someone give me a big hug and let me curl up and fall asleep (and while I'm asleep, my essay gets magically written).
I'm seriously lying on the floor in foetal position (which, by the way, makes this quite hard to type) and I have been trying to write the same sentence for over ten minutes and thinking:
"I don't even know what I want to say"
"What is this essay even about?"
"What subject is this for again?"
and attempting to read over what I have written, but I'm like "I don't understand what I'm trying to say. Is this even in English?"
I am actually so exhausted and I think I've gone insane (even more so than usual) because I haven't seen another human being all day, and I'm starting to have conversations with inanimate objects.
This post really has no important message to it, it really is just me avoiding looking at the monstrosity of an essay I have been struggling with. I've been putting off this essay for so long, spending all of yesterday Skyping one of my best friends for ten hours straight (which was amazing), doing laundry, having extra showers when I've already had one, and even at one point a few days ago, taking shameless photos with my flat mate of our Christmas pyjama bottoms.
Also, I've done a lot of binge watching of 'New Girl' and finished an entire series in one day, as well as reading a book, making endless cups of tea, washing other peoples dishes that were left on the sink, and the most recent thing I've done was attempt to find a gif to show how I feel right now, and none seem to be satisfying enough, however whenever in doubt, Jess is always the best option:
This scene is when Jess was home alone and she kept hearing noises. The reason why this picture is so relatable is because, for the past couple of days, it's just been me and one other flatmate in our house and this evening I heard the doors of the corridor opening and closing at one point, so I messaged them to see if they wanted to have dinner and their reply was: "Im not at home at the moment" and I was like "then who else is in this house?!?" (still don't know who it is, but I can hear something) So I know how Jess feels.
I'm just going to be completely honest and say: all I want to do right now is have someone give me a big hug and let me curl up and fall asleep (and while I'm asleep, my essay gets magically written).
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