“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
Tuesday
Damsel in Distress
I am so busy. Like so busy. Really confused how 5 classes worth of finals/projects are going to get done. I'm stressing about stressing, acting like I'm the only person in the history of busy lives to ever be so stressed. I worry about not getting enough sleep, not having time to eat lunch, what's going to happen next. I hate wearing socks with my Chucks but then my feet sweat and smell bad. I spend all my cash on vending machine food that I hate. I live for the conversations with the boy that make me laugh out loud. Do big fonts make things more manageable? I stay up all night playing out all the possible outcomes in my head and snap at my mother on the phone and start crying when I watch Disney commercials in class. I'm a tangled, bed-headed mess of anxiety but I want you to understand me when I say that I am also happy. I think that I would rather be stressed like this than to not have anything to care about at all.
