blegh.

I keep waking up sad.

Last night in my dream I was sitting in a living room with my lap top. It was raining heavily outside. I was searching recipes for something chocolatey--french silk pie specifically. I wasn't finding that recipe. Frustrated I continued to search for something that would require a similar amount of steps. Something I could lose myself in as a form of therapy.


I've decided all of this sadness is my way of freaking out about life changing. It's like this juggling act with school projects, relationships, and post-graduation plans. And I keep dropping the balls.

The best solution: stop thinking or feeling. It's time to do schoolwork like a robot.
It's also time to listen to Man in the Mirror.