I’m really getting sick of the anxiety that school is giving me. I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t stand to be around anyone, including myself. I’m just wanting to escape: to go camping, to go hiking, to go on a meditation retreat. I want anything that will help me escape without setting me back too far in my life goals.
I’ve spent the past few months obsessing over deadlines that I never meet and people that I unfortunately do meet. I’m wanting to read a book that I can read for me instead of because someone else gave the book or author or time period some sort of merit that I wouldn’t dare grant it.
I have two bookshelves full of books that I’m dying to read and five bookshelves full of books that I’m being forced to read. I’m sick of it. I’m ready to drop this Collins novel in a puddle somewhere and pick up my Goodkind fantasy. I’m ready to do anything that will bring me pleasurable excitement rather than painful headaches. I’m ready to get out of this house and go somewhere other than the library or Panera Bread. I’m ready to get out even if only into the pages of another novel. I’m ready to get out of this slump. I’m ready to get out of this school.
I’m ready for summer.