#420;
and it is at times like this that I feel incredibly small and vulnerable as if I were wrapped up, or hidden within my shell, and yet I feel so bad for feeling so small and... alienated.
I cannot find the right words.
When reality never does seem like reality, it appears as a dream, like something floating in the air, like a feather. My feather hasn't touched the ground yet. Maybe it will soon, but definitely it seriously hasn't been properly processed and I find myself in a daze nowadays (nowadaze!) even though I don't know why. A cup of hot milo does nothing to help things, and headaches are definitely not my friend when my pile of 'do-or-die's resemble the next mount everest.
goodbye to flowery convoluted sentences.
I hate migraines, Mr Migraine, you are Not My Friend D: