I have an exam in eight and a half hours that I haven’t prepared for and somehow, tonight, something doesn’t feel right.
When did my own thoughts become such bad company?
Is this why it’s so hard for me to be happy?
Tonight I don’t feel like framing my feelings into words. It all feels like such an effort, to wrestle down the ephemeral and solidify it. Tonight I can’t pin down exactly what is bothering me.
And I can’t shake off the feeling that my life here is not quite real.
=( i think the only time i ever truly felt happy and at ease was when I was a student in Melbourne.
hmmm i def wasnt happy all the time…but it was easier to deal with unhappiness there i guess…damn i still miss melb more than i can ever say
Me too! Less stress, no fuss except to prepare yourself for exams and I really miss our papa gino’s night outs!!