Cain
Guess what mood I'm in today.
Can I take a moment just to describe how amazing my moodswings are? It's utterly fantastic and I'm sure all of you would love to hear me describe what goes on in my most-likely-broken head, in a weird diary-style format. Enjoy.
My alarm goes off at 6.15am on a Sunday (for all intensive purposes assume I mean Monday to save me an explanation), and I relish the warmth of my several duvet covers, before throwing it all aside and climbing down from my pseudo-bunk in the freezing icebox that is my room. I am tired. Very tired. It's most likely that I got around 8 hours of sleep, which is a fair amount, yet I am still intensely tired. Grabbing my phone and uniform, I go to my bathroom and jump into the shower. My lovely, lovely, searing hot shower which brings me warmth (expect a rave on my shower among other showers soon). I am now very much awake, having my skin seared off for about 10 minutes. 'Cept I'm not.
I'm still fucking tired.
Switch to a weekend.
I've slipped into my bed after a long thursday (again, assume I mean friday), and warmly embrace the dark aura that is the depths of sleep. I wake up. I lounge around in bed for a while stretching and rolling around before finally getting out, I go and shower, step out ready for the weekend. But wait, even with 10 hours of sleep
I'm still fucking tired.
But let's put aside the near-perpetual fatigue.
I'm sitting at my desk in my comfy ikea desk chair (no really this thing is the bees knees) looking at my anime downloads, maybe playing something, I don't know. I feel really neutral. I lose my game. Meh. SO messages me via skype. Meh. Hi. Sup.
Fast forward a few hours, it's now the middle of the afternoon. My chair is facing away from the desk, and I am leaning off the back of it like a cat, a usual thing that I end up doing unconsciously. Elbows on desk, chin on knuckles, I am smiling and eagerly chatting to my SO about things. It feels like I have a distinctly fuzzy and somewhat pinkish aura.
Fast forward another hour or two, I'm about to get into the shower, with my Ashcorp playlist playing off my phone (because I love showering to music). My libido levels have shot past the moon, yet I am not particularly horny. It's a weird feeling. Though again. It's a sort of fuzzy, all-encompassing pink burning inside. Moving swiftly on.
Fast forward a few days, it's the middle of the week. I am feeling quite neutral but maybe shifting a bit towards the happier side of things at the start of the school day, but things quickly turn towards the worst. To start with, I'm fucking tired. Barely able to keep my eyes open through the first few lessons, but I still take everything in. I think. I hope. Middle of the school day. Not only has the intense anxiety clouded around me, but the depression is starting to severely sink in and I sit in my chair with my head in hands blotting it all out. Trying. Wanting. Needing.
It's the end of the school day. I'm back to neutral and, frankly, I can't wait to get back home to officially end school for the day.
It's the weekend again. I wake up feeling tired as usual. My morning shower doesn't help as much as it usually does to numb things. Weird. I sit back down in my chair and swing around to look out the large windows. I sigh. I swing back around to face my computer and I stare blankly at my desktop. I chuckle, I do love my wallpaper. My face drops. I can't help it. Guess its going to be one of 'those' days.
I attempt to deal with the swirling fucking mess inside my head by huddling up to myself in my chair and putting on my animes, shows and youtube videos to distract myself. Don't cry. C'mon. You have no reason to, really. I guess. Go to sleep, and hope that tomorrow is better.
And it may well be.
So yay moodswings! Always fun. Ups, downs, inbetweens. Spices up your life just a bit, eh?
P.S Good to be back after another hiatus. I missed y'alls. Now I need to reorient myself with those that changed their names, and all that jazz. Fun fun fun. Life. Stuff.
Seeyas around.
My alarm goes off at 6.15am on a Sunday (for all intensive purposes assume I mean Monday to save me an explanation), and I relish the warmth of my several duvet covers, before throwing it all aside and climbing down from my pseudo-bunk in the freezing icebox that is my room. I am tired. Very tired. It's most likely that I got around 8 hours of sleep, which is a fair amount, yet I am still intensely tired. Grabbing my phone and uniform, I go to my bathroom and jump into the shower. My lovely, lovely, searing hot shower which brings me warmth (expect a rave on my shower among other showers soon). I am now very much awake, having my skin seared off for about 10 minutes. 'Cept I'm not.
I'm still fucking tired.
Switch to a weekend.
I've slipped into my bed after a long thursday (again, assume I mean friday), and warmly embrace the dark aura that is the depths of sleep. I wake up. I lounge around in bed for a while stretching and rolling around before finally getting out, I go and shower, step out ready for the weekend. But wait, even with 10 hours of sleep
I'm still fucking tired.
But let's put aside the near-perpetual fatigue.
I'm sitting at my desk in my comfy ikea desk chair (no really this thing is the bees knees) looking at my anime downloads, maybe playing something, I don't know. I feel really neutral. I lose my game. Meh. SO messages me via skype. Meh. Hi. Sup.
Fast forward a few hours, it's now the middle of the afternoon. My chair is facing away from the desk, and I am leaning off the back of it like a cat, a usual thing that I end up doing unconsciously. Elbows on desk, chin on knuckles, I am smiling and eagerly chatting to my SO about things. It feels like I have a distinctly fuzzy and somewhat pinkish aura.
Fast forward another hour or two, I'm about to get into the shower, with my Ashcorp playlist playing off my phone (because I love showering to music). My libido levels have shot past the moon, yet I am not particularly horny. It's a weird feeling. Though again. It's a sort of fuzzy, all-encompassing pink burning inside. Moving swiftly on.
Fast forward a few days, it's the middle of the week. I am feeling quite neutral but maybe shifting a bit towards the happier side of things at the start of the school day, but things quickly turn towards the worst. To start with, I'm fucking tired. Barely able to keep my eyes open through the first few lessons, but I still take everything in. I think. I hope. Middle of the school day. Not only has the intense anxiety clouded around me, but the depression is starting to severely sink in and I sit in my chair with my head in hands blotting it all out. Trying. Wanting. Needing.
It's the end of the school day. I'm back to neutral and, frankly, I can't wait to get back home to officially end school for the day.
It's the weekend again. I wake up feeling tired as usual. My morning shower doesn't help as much as it usually does to numb things. Weird. I sit back down in my chair and swing around to look out the large windows. I sigh. I swing back around to face my computer and I stare blankly at my desktop. I chuckle, I do love my wallpaper. My face drops. I can't help it. Guess its going to be one of 'those' days.
I attempt to deal with the swirling fucking mess inside my head by huddling up to myself in my chair and putting on my animes, shows and youtube videos to distract myself. Don't cry. C'mon. You have no reason to, really. I guess. Go to sleep, and hope that tomorrow is better.
And it may well be.
So yay moodswings! Always fun. Ups, downs, inbetweens. Spices up your life just a bit, eh?
P.S Good to be back after another hiatus. I missed y'alls. Now I need to reorient myself with those that changed their names, and all that jazz. Fun fun fun. Life. Stuff.
Seeyas around.
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