K-k-kinda busy

I want do a lot of things right now. I want to write sensible and deep stories but anxiety over my preliminary exams keeps me from doing so. Sentences wouldn’t cooperate and fall to their proper places. For almost a week now, only random phrases, musings, and rhymes are all I could think of – which explains my recently uploaded patch work quilt poems.

In our psychiatric nursing class, we recently tackled the different personality disorders, which kept me wondering if I happen to have one too. These days, I feel jittery, anxious, ambivalent, anhedonic, catatonic, etc. Well, if I would classify myself based on the sign and symptoms I would probably have a part-shizoid, part-narcissistic, part-obsessive-compulsive, and part- histrionic personality. How’s that for a diagnosis?

I am a disorganized mess – that’s a sure description of me right now. 

Everything’s happening at a runner’s pace and I just can’t seem to keep up. I’ve been preoccupied with deadlines, practices, and responsibilities. I hope this week already ends, academic burden would be a welcome off loader . Then I would have time to sit peacefully at a quiet coffee shop, read the book Kuya Andy lent me for my literary thesis, enjoy the cushioned chair while mellowing at the relaxed atmosphere I was deprived of the previous week. I would also have time then to unpack the contents of my bulky and well pronounced eye malleta because eyebags would be an understatement. I would also then have time to meet the people I want to meet, enjoy their company, especially now that valentyns is nearing. 

But till then, I have to endure this week. It’s such a struggle. Ugh.