It's a frustrating feeling; feeling stuck. I hate it. Absolutely loathe it.
And I'm the greatest procrastinator known to man. I keep avoiding this massive pile of papers to write.. So I read things I enjoy to keep my mood lifted and spirit high. And listen to things that touch me, because I believe in catharsis. And imagine not being able to get that purification!
I want to at least cry, dammit!
I guess I will be doing my fair share of that in two weeks though... Maybe my body is saving up..
"Oh little doll,
keep smiling.
Look at the monkey,
dancing,
just for you."
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