i suppose..

i feel a tad bit overwhemled. ever so slightly longing for the past. i keep disregarding the fact that i am in dire need of sleep, and yet still i don't sleep. i'm always neglecting my dog, but now i feel bad cause she's dying. i'm apprehensive over letting go. i'm conscious of all the homework i should be doing but, no, i keep procrastinating. & after EVERYTHING i miss him, i have no idea how that could possibly be true, but it is. and that's that. why am i doing this to myself? who fucking knows.



I should dream more of becoming than obtaining.