As the oil from the left over chinese that i accidently dropped of my table soaks into my carpet... i keep telling myself that im fine. Yh mn im fine, yh dw im kl, chill im kk. As the blood drips out of the side of my mouth because i bit it while eating some peanut butter sandwich when i wasnt even hungry i keep telling myself that im fine. I mean i shudnt have been eatin anywayz so it shudntve reli happnd bt yh its ayt. As i find myself thinkin of different mathematical proofs and how many tiles there are on the lecture hall ceiling during a standard lecture of which im paying attention 3% to i keep telling myself its fine. Yh its nt that bad, atleast im at uni, gettin into debt for no apparent reason, committing my life to something i hate is not as pathetic as it seems. no problemo.
On the plus side, the fact you have the ability to count the ceiling tiles AND pay 3% attention to the lecture is surely not something to moan about? I can barely iron and cook at the same time.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should stop telling yourself you're fine then, and start facing some problems for once. Stop putting on such a brave face, it's not going to be good for you in the long run.
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