My heart beats so hard it shakes my whole body when I lay on my stomach. I wonder why it beats so strongly, obviously for me, but now I just feel like I'm being full of myself.
I can't tell if I'm tired. I think I'm just tired of thinking about the task of writing the paper which is due in the coming days. Perhaps it would be a bit easier if I didn't think about it so much. My 7th grade english teacher said that even though you aren't consciously thinking of something it is still back there somewhere "incubating". I'm going to allow this paper to incubate the rest of tonight. I had it on the front burners all day so far. That prompted a page of worthless crap, a headache, and a feeling of worthlessness. Needless to say, one of my better days?
Here are some things I was writing earlier, that I enjoyed:
I miss old friends. What would happen if I tried to connect to them? Could I? Am I interesting enough to make it worth their time? Probably. I just don't know in what way.
To Español:
I love you. Let me hold you. Let's be alone together. We can make out all day.
"I whispered sweet nothings into sweet nothings."
-Paul Rolfe
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