IT'S ALL ME

If I could have a wish granted it would be that I could live my life like a written story. Recently I’ve been feeling a bit burdened by all my academic workload and the approaching tests and exams, and my mind wandered to some books I had read, my favorite; The name of the wind, It’s one in a trilogy. But I remembered how sometimes the story goes on by explaining how exhausted “kvothe” (the male protagonist) would be and at his wits end and the writer goes something like, he had a lot to read at the academy so he sat down and began to work through the pile of yade, yade, yah! But I can’t just write oh Thecapstone was exhausted but she sat diligently and began to work through the pile of work she had to cover. Because that would require me actually doing it. Where would I get the energy from? I’m so drained. It seems like that’s been an anthem for me recently and I don’t like it but how else could I possibly explain this emptiness I feel and absolute lack of desire to pursue my goals or the motivation to do so?

Well whoever’s reading this story I hope you get used to seeing, “Thecapstone was exhausted and despite the enormous workload from the department she pulled down the blanket, climbed in, gently tucked herself in bed and fell fast asleep” because what ever else you’re expecting I’m afraid I may fall short of the mark.

Dreary thoughts aside, loveli I really hope you enjoyed this little peek into my memory, if you did ensure to share with those you love. I hope you know you bring a smile to my face each second you take out of your day to read about my day so I hope this puts a smile on your face or eases your stress even if it’s just for a second because you deserve every good thing. Bye for now.