nnyMoose

I hate cleaning. It really messes with me, gets me out of my comfort zone. Having things just everywhere feels amazing, it's like a freedom to not worry about. I cleaned almost everything last week. Since then, I've felt pretty on edge and shit. Like I'm just going to snap. I've literally lost sleep over it. I feel like crap, too. I checked myself for a fever and my temperature was perfectly normal but I'm still really worried that I may have gotten sick again just in time for my senior trip. I just want to curl up into a ball right now. My body is so tired. This feels so miserable. I felt better when I had mononucleosis. And then there's th

Music. Music explains everything. Well, it does for my life anyways. A song for every feeling. Words to put to emotions. A way to vocalize and still feel articulate. singing. Letting the words push out of my chest. Feeling everything shake. Down into my foundation. It's pretty crazy.