Just one of those days when I feel like there's just no end. Essay after essay, midterm after midterm, sleepless night after sleepless night. At every possible moment, I'm looking for a way to distract myself; always finding an escape route to run away from my problems. That just gets me into more trouble. And I just keep running. And the cycle repeats. And repeats.
I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of myself, and tired of hating myself for feeling sorry for myself.
I want to start a paragraph where I want to start it.
I don't want to transition my ideas. They are not cohesive in my head.
I want to stop writing when I want to stop. No required number of pages or words. Just end when I run out of things to say.
