Mel is asleep and I’m sitting down here in front of the monitor wide awake. Something is wrong and I can’t quite place a finger on it. It’s like the alarms in my head are going off and I can’t really see what is going to happen. All I know is that something big is going to happen and it’s not going to be pleasant.
Looks like I have to prepare for the worst. Not like I haven’t done this sort of thing before. It’s just that, I haven’t felt this uncomfotable since that time with that thing which cost me a lot in my life. This really doesn’t sound so good. Neither did that thing before either.
So here I am again. Sitting in front of my monitor, trying to ease my mind against something I do shit about but just feel it. I like to talk to someone, then again…there isn’t anyone online to talk to at the moment which means it’s just one of those days where I just sit back and tell myself over and over that it’s going to be alright while my heart is beating like it’s going to explode.
Or I can read up on tomorrows lecture notes.
Studious? At this time of the night and at this time of the semester? Now I know something is definitely wrong.