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Inside out {parable of the oxymoron}
I feel like someone cut me out of my time period and pasted me into the now. I feel like a missed a month of my life...where did it go and why can't I remember?
It hasn't been a month, it was a week but still. Thats the quote I wrote on my physix notes after missing two days of school and a weekend away from home.
In that weekend I fell apart and turned into a little lump of coal. Not cool.
Everything after that breakdown has been lopsided. Its been good because its been bad. If that makes sense..... let me give it more detail. I'll the stuff I have earned for myself by myself through hardwork and frustration has equaled out to be mostly ok and actually pretty good but the world around me is sort of caving in and sinking. It really sucks cause I'm not sure what way to take it so thus the oxymoron.
I'm sad. Depressed, to a point that I fall asleep after school and if I wanted I could sleep all day and into the night....if I had the mental compacity to do that. But to cover up the sadness I have these crazy spurts of random hyperactivity and super spazzyness where I hop around the school chanting something or other about the good stuff. Like my screenplay, or my art portfolio for a really big internship.
See the oxymoron in that? Yeah.
So its not a parady but whatever. And...maybe I'll tell you whats so effed up with the stuff around me and give a list of all the great stuff x.x but my moms screaming in my ear to come down stairs and watch a movie.
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