Average Owl

I'm folded up in my chair, grudgingly listening to Party in the USA while wondering when someone will tell me where all this time goes. Because I seriously did not accomplish anything this weekend. And there was a lot to accomplish.

I'm sick of stressing over a plethora of things that end up feeling to unbelievably pointless and leaves me feeling... nothing. I don't even get that little voice in my head saying "Success!" I just feel so apathetic. I'm not even sure if I'd react if I was poked with a needle at this point.

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I know I tend to have an obsessive personality. But my obsessions rarely stand the test of time. Few last more than a month. If they last more than 2 months, they're keepers; like art or music. But this just makes me appreciate the past so much, and makes me far too easily susceptible to nostalgia and severe melancholy.

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I just need to learn to unwind and relax. The problem is... how?

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Whatever. I'll go back to crawling under my warm covers and "studying" while all the time hoping something happens to cancel school tomorrow. Terribly wishful thinking, I know.