Right now my body might be cocooned in this invisible intern cubicle but I can assure you that my mind is cowering under the covers at home. I haven't had a good night's sleep since I moved out of school (before that, even), despite the copious amount of time I've had in the past two months to do nothing but. My mind is a jumble of tangled thoughts too blurry to make out but too heavy to ignore. I've been out of class since April 17 and I've accomplished absolutely nothing. They say time is the enemy, but how can you complain when the time you've had is plentiful, just irrevocably wasted? My to-do list is growing but scattered on miscellaneous scraps of paper I'll never bother to read. My stomach's a pit of unrest; always hungry but never satisfied. It's kind of a metaphor of me, I guess, in the way that gratification comes in fits and spurts, but never quite enough to tide me over. Does that make any sense? Monster is no substitute for an able-working mind.
x Gabriella
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