Pretty Good.

I’m worrying about the future. It is a fruitless pursuit. Just let things be. It’s a tough thing to achieve, this letting of things. 200 posts on this blog. Quite a few. I bought melatonin pills for sleep, worked like a charm. Resettling my sleep schedule. I am tired today. I have been writing a lot off this blog. It’s been good. Sonnets, free verse, all kinds. It’s nerve wracking, applying to programs, putting oneself out there. Suppose things take a different route than expected. I have to accept it. That’s all. Doesn’t mean I can’t reach my dreams. Look at all the good I got out of the surprises in life, no matter how they initially seemed. I learned, well, I’m not sure what, but I know I gained. Oh, I am tired. Must stay awake. Sometimes I think on the past and I feel so embarrassed, for everything I’ve said and done, but it’s so silly. It’s the past, it’s gone now. My imagination then turns them into flamboyant occurrences that never happened. Myoetaehaepeae. I can’t do the umlauets on this keyboard, but it means feeling shame or embarrassment on someone else’s behalf. I just want to crawl back into bed. The days will soon correct themselves and I will feel well again. It’s nice to want to crawl back into bed for a reason other than depression. I’m just legitimately tired, I don’t want the world to end. Knock on wood. I have an essay to write. A Culture of Victim Blaming: Bifurcation of Consciousness in Contemporary North American Society. Okay, time to roll. Can’t keep enabling procrastination anymore. 

About Undecided Pseudonym

A woman who remembers enjoying writing.
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