I haven't slept well for weeks. I'm forgetting how does it feel like to be rested, to feel happy. I'm eating too much and food doesn't satisfy. So I it more, but it still doesn't satisfy.
Then I look in the mirror and I see what I don't want to be like.
I'm stressed. I feel like my shoulders are made of stones. I want to sleep until the semester ends.
I feel like writing and I have a bunch of ideas. I don't have time to write. Have to study. Have to plane. Have to learn how to become a doctor fast. The clock is ticking. It is always ticking.
As I write now, I feel like writing, but I know I can't. I still have to study. I still have to spend the whole day at school tomorrow.
I will write soon. And then maybe I will rest. I just which I wouldn't dream. I really wish I could sleep.
Late semester burnout, good ideas all over the bed and so little time to do what seems to be essential. Healthy sleeping, healthy eating. I hope you get to terms with Time ASAP. I hope I can help as well, and the best way I can do it right now is by saying I'm sorry and by making a promise. I promise I won't be so much of a burden from now on, and I'm not playing the victim here, I swear. :) I want to help right now, for you've been helping me every single time I was in need since I don't know when. Just let me know, OK? I love you, hon. :)
ReplyDeleteyou're not my burden. you're my safe harbor after a long, desperate travel. eu te amo =)
ReplyDeleteEu também te amo, Di. :) I'll be that harbor. I'll be the best one there is. ;)
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