I haven't been to uni for almost two weeks.
Two weeks excluding the mid-semester holidays.
Unfortunately, admitting to myself that something is wrong, that things have to change has only served as a catalyst. I'm almost finding comfort in reclusion. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists. I slip out of character and it's easy. I'm weak.
I woke up today though with every intention of heading in.
I had made the resolve to endure, to pursue and to finish what I had started.
Instead, I found myself in the bathtub...
So now I was clean, fresh, well dressed and ready for the day. I was convinced I would now head in, and make the most of whats left of my classes.
Yet in my dimly lit room, I was drawn back to my place of comfort, where I lay listening to a collaboration between man and god: Mendelssohn's concerto for violin and rain... in E minor.
I need help.
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