I always get this feeling after I celebrate.
Empty. emptyemptyemptyemptyempty. I can even close my eyes and type out this word.
E-M-P-T-Y.
Never mind the fact that I can already do so for any phrase for a short period of time.
It's like a am a ceramic container that looks beautiful, painted intricately with caricatures of roses and sunshine and happiness, and you open it to find that thee's a black gnawing hole.
Writing doesn't even help.
I'm thirsty.
I feel like I am missing something, but I don't know what it is.
What am I missing?
Can anyone tell me?
Wait. You are not even me in the first place, how would you know?
So I here I am, celebrating the day I was in this world, woken up by a nightmare, forced to study and worry about my finals, not enjoying myself (much) at the party, and now it's pouring (it was storming earlier). It's like crying on a special day.
Nevermind.
The back-to-school blues.
First period, Geography and I haven't made any headway on Land Pollution or SGP.
