I recently realized that I haven’t posted any writing I’ve done at college recently, so here is something I wrote back in April at some odd time of the night, but I often feel this way at college. As always its original work so no stealing. Let me know what you think of it.
“There comes a point where everything is gone. Where every desire and motivation I have just drains from my skin. This happens every few weeks and I simply look around and think I could be anywhere but here. Why am I forcing myself to study works and writers I don’t particularly enjoy?
Why am I pushing my body and mind to physical exhaustion for the sake of college?
It’s on these nights with my desk light bulb buzzing to my left and my pile of papers, stories, and letters creeping up around me that I wish I could throw my head back and melt into a delicious pile of goo. Goo has no need to be anything other than a pile of substance. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Until next time be blessed, stay strong and never give up,