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“The emotional scars a person can leave are not always chest deep. Sometimes those emotional scars find their way to the outside for the world to see. Sometimes there’s just no way to hide the pain within.Overburden, over hurt, an emotional battle that wasn’t ever won. Sometimes, it’s just easier to feel the physical pain than to deal with the emotional torture from deep within your soul.” ©2011 Stacy Reeves All Rights Reserved
It’s been a long week. Finals are finally over, the commissioning ceremony went and after my last final I went home to study…. that’s how you know you spend to much time worrying about school. The stress is far from over… the drag king show is coming up and I still have so much to do for the routine. We only have a few moves down and that’s it. So now I’m extremely stressed out and because I have till the 11th, which is the night of the show. So much to do and so lil time and I’m stressed that I won’t pull it off. Back to a reality check… sleepin in is a problem…. I try, and four hrs after I fall asleep I’m wide awake. Military is mos def for me. Maybe the CIA… We shall see.. Until then it’s friends and good times…. enjoying life and makin up for lost time… life is going to be interesting this summer……. So cheers!! Here’s to good times, here’s to sharing the bad, and here’s to all the nights no one will remember……
I’m sitting here… not studying. That’s what I’m suppossed to be doing, but for some reason I’m just here, sitting, listening to nothing, staring blankly at my computer screen. A twisted chaotic nightmare of a weekend, a lost friend and a world of frustration, hurt and pain. But through this weekend of misery a few good things rose from the dark depths of the nightmare. I think of all that has been lost, and what was gained. Exhaustion creeping over my body like fog over a lake. My mind becomes cloudy, images sliding through the depths of my conscious. I let myself drift, I let myself not care, but care at the same time. Images playing over and over. Fast forward, rewind, fast forward, rewind. My mind becoming a machine as my body sinks deeper into the depths of the night. All that I can think is that I just want all this chaos and anarchy to stop, I want this nightmare to cease, I want all this all to come to an end.