My nose is stuffed, my throat is burning, my head is heavy and my eyes are watery;
I have a cold.
I know I should really be asleep,but my thoughts are distracted.
It is depriving me of my sleep. I do not know why, neither do I understand what is going on. But somehow, I find comfort in writing. So in this state of insomnia, I have decided to reflect and share my insecurities.
Time is flying. I have 2 months left to make memories in high school. I am simply not ready to let go. Although, I think I am ready to move on. That seems contradictory, but it makes sense to me.
I have changed. I have learned to accept truths, but I find myself to be in denial by seeing only in the surface. I realize that you perceive my being differently from me. I feel I lack the genuineness when you speak of me. I find that the more you glorify my personality, the more imperfections I see. I suppose Shakespeare's Hamlet has affected my way of thinking tonight.
In this shade of obscurity, I have given you false hope. My position, it remains oblivious, yet I know I mislead. You deserve none of this. Yet, I am uncertain of my judgment to make any move ahead or take a step back. I am stalemate.
I seem to be pointlessly ranting. A sign of sleepiness, I hope.
"For there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." -Hamlet (Act 2, Scene 2, 251)
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