A Blank Note

Like a ghost transcending into its forever solitude.

I couldn't react. I couldn't stop. I must do it. I had hoped that these trying times would end. That I would be able to sit or lie down in a room filled with utter silence. Reading a book I should have read years ago. Watching Giada eating a pie in a small restaurant in the country. Or savoring each dish the Contessa is magically preparing before my eyes.

All I could do now is wait. But waiting is not enough. I have to inspire myself to continue what I have loved most when I was in my teenage years. To be trapped once more in a world that only my 30-ish bestfriend would understand. Because she also lives in a world like mine. Nobody would be able to comprehend how depressed I am with what's happening. Nobody would be able to tell the difference. They would only see a woman who has become inattentively bored and excruciatingly passive.

2 Weeks Notice

This is insane! How will I be able to finish the school paper and the yearbook in two weeks? I am not that motivated enough to write, to edit and to layout. I've been doing this work over and over again for a couple of years now, still, I have never picked up how to do it in the easiest and fastest way. My bestfriend has been helping me in editing the articles. She told me that I like to cram, which is an attitude that I would never be able to take out of my system. I like cramming. But cramming in my situation today is not necessary. It only kills me.