So, everything bad in my life comes in cluster bombs of crap. The list piles and stuff never goes away. I always figured that once things pass one at a time things will go away. I was wrong. I figured the only way to piece my life back together was to start removing things from my life and have more time to myself. Planning to become less active in things I do and no longer making commitments that I think I would not make in my condition were the only things I thought of during these long gloomy times.
However, I realized I was wrong. The stress and depression during a whole week got me the best grades ever the first time around. That wasn’t the solution to my problems, just a mask of what true ugly beast is even though it did work. The thing was, I just forgot how the stuff I had once before wasn’t stressful, so why stop now. Basically I lacked clarity of why I do so many things in the first place. I never really done shit just to pad up my resume, in the past I did it just for fun at the end. I believed that even though all the stuff I stress about is a lot less to one hour of laughing and having fun with friends. People are people, we all laugh and have fun. So I just need to revert back to the old times I did things and do as much as you can to have fun and laugh things off.
Over-thinking. The artist’s greatest enemy (besides indian ink spills) …
via Wendy MacNaughton
My life in a nutshell lol
The moment in time where there was once something there and the second you blinked and it’s gone, you know you need to pay attention to more of the little things in your life.
If my life is analogous to a rubix cube. I would leave it all scrambled up in the corner of my desk and come mess around with it once in a while. First I would try to match up all the reds on one side, give up and try blue, give up again and try white, then stop and leave it for another time. I would always come back to it and try again and repeat over and over again. It would take for me for someone to stop by and re-scramble it all back to normal making bring what was scrambled and crazy all back together again.
Life is like a Hershey’s bar, it can be broken up and shared but some people get more pieces than other. Even though that’s true, everyone’s life is somewhat sweet, just some people have more than others.
If you have been successfully got your heart in a mortar and got it ground up by a pestle twice around the same time as before you know you’re looking in the wrong place. whatever though I hear heart ends up in good meatloaf.
