To say I slept well would be an exaggeration of the grossest kinds because I was acutely aware of the entire night passing by me.
My sleep was like a pothole-ridden road and I did not enjoy it much at all. Needling aches, discomfort and an overall need to do anything other than be in that position. I was cold yet hot and my contradictions didn't end there; waking up with a need to manically laugh while dismembering bodies and then weeping over them only to continue on with the mayhem was exactly how I felt and that is all I could do to keep myself from slashing people in the house who have a habit of hovering over me in the kitchen while I go about fixing lunch and packing it.
Work out was quite out of question and I felt strangely out of place with myself, not knowing how to spend the early hours of the morning when usually I'd be busier than a bee which is why I just sat silently, listening to Ustad Vilayat Khan and pondering over nothing in particular.
Empty..that's how it all felt and I had to literally haul myself for a bath.
The very thought of lunch irks me, even though plenty of delicious leftovers sit serenely for the picking, but I don't find myself in the frame of mind to shovel food in me, which is why a big bowl of one banana, one apple and ten strawberries with soy milk made its ways down the confused oesophagus and it made all the difference in the world. I felt like my cells absorbed every last drop of the manna and something inside of me is screaming for tea, tea and more tea. Non-stop!
I don't feel the energy in my limbs to begin flowing from my fingertips and maybe I'll suffer a hairline fracture if I as much as lift a pen today and goddamit I'm being overdramatic but I tell you I want to pull someone by their collar and scream in their face.
My sleep was like a pothole-ridden road and I did not enjoy it much at all. Needling aches, discomfort and an overall need to do anything other than be in that position. I was cold yet hot and my contradictions didn't end there; waking up with a need to manically laugh while dismembering bodies and then weeping over them only to continue on with the mayhem was exactly how I felt and that is all I could do to keep myself from slashing people in the house who have a habit of hovering over me in the kitchen while I go about fixing lunch and packing it.
Work out was quite out of question and I felt strangely out of place with myself, not knowing how to spend the early hours of the morning when usually I'd be busier than a bee which is why I just sat silently, listening to Ustad Vilayat Khan and pondering over nothing in particular.
Empty..that's how it all felt and I had to literally haul myself for a bath.
The very thought of lunch irks me, even though plenty of delicious leftovers sit serenely for the picking, but I don't find myself in the frame of mind to shovel food in me, which is why a big bowl of one banana, one apple and ten strawberries with soy milk made its ways down the confused oesophagus and it made all the difference in the world. I felt like my cells absorbed every last drop of the manna and something inside of me is screaming for tea, tea and more tea. Non-stop!
I don't feel the energy in my limbs to begin flowing from my fingertips and maybe I'll suffer a hairline fracture if I as much as lift a pen today and goddamit I'm being overdramatic but I tell you I want to pull someone by their collar and scream in their face.
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