i'm feeling terribly depressed for some unbeknowst reason. my heart's palpitating overly fast, and i'm breaking out in sweat. so here i am, browsing through poems, when i should be conscientiously sifting through my notes. i'm listening to tear-inducing songs and reading pitiful poems. le sigh, i always have this uncanny ability to elevate, not alleviate my sorrow, when i sink into my seemingly boundless abyss of whatever it is i feel. i need to get my ass moving, i need to study, i need to emote like a normal person. i don't want school to start anymore, i want to curl up in a corner and let time stop. i feel lonely, but i don't want company. god help me. and okay random, but i thought i'd quote this stanza off William Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud".
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
wheres my host of golden daffodils? come, seek me.
