It’s Not Me It’s I

To tell you the truth, I’ve been staring at this empty blog post for almost 4 hours now. There’s so much going on, and so much I don’t wanna talk about, because, well, opening up to a nonresponsive word document is not the sanest option in my book. Scabs are nice, they landmark stuff. Picking at the scabs feels nice, masochistically speaking.

As usual, the last thing I can do when I seriously need to sleep for the first day of school, is actually sleep. It’s odd. It’s not just that, I needed to cry too today, and I couldn’t. I forgot how to. I kept getting stuck at that phase when it burnt when you breathe deeply then it looped back to the relaxed phase. Not even a tear, my lachrymal glands ran dry. How pathetic is that? I haven’t properly cried in…keteer. Jumbled wires maybe? A blue wire is patched up to a red one up there? Point is, I have school in less than 5 hours and I'm almost done with a hugeass book because of it.

School. It’s different with everyone you know. School:

• More piano-room hide-outs : More practising.
• More Nutella and Peanut butter sandwiches : Fatter.
• More masochistic exercising sprees, 2 hours on end : balances out the peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches.
• More ranting at chemistry : Setting stupid incentives such as the more mind-boggling it is, the more calories it burns, the better the chance I get at sleeping at night from fried brain cells.
• More sleepless nights, because everyone knows the last thing you use f sanaweya is *wait for it*  YOUR HEAD!
• More Droos…Except that the morning ones are the white noise you sleep to and the night ones are that boring movie you have to watch at 4 am because nothing else is on.
• More human pets. Yes, you heard that right. Dexter, Fetch! Good boy…
• More Barbie-world-meet-zombie-underworld, an inevitability to confining hormonal female beings in one place for too long is that they get an overwhelming impulse to decrease their own numbers in hope for a better chance at a survival/mating statistic whilst indulging in the luxury of burning calories.