Closure (Sweden)

[astuteprince]

I've written prophecies and they've spilled from my lips, through my fingertips.
There is an uneasy presence in my smile.
I tap my fingers to no rhythm and expect, no, demand a song.
I am linguistic - vertically challenged- and to no one's surprise; anxious.
I have calloused my fingers in eight different places and burnt holes in seven others.
There

Comments

[phoenix_moth]

I missed something.
And we don't talk anymore.

[astuteprince]

No we really don't and it's a shame. School is sucking both of our lives away. Well.. Most of my life. I am taking eighteen college hours this semester.

I had been having really bad dreams that left me crying for hours, and most of them involved Ross. So I got over myself and tried to talk to him.
The dreams have succeeded some.

These past few months have left me anxious and easily frightened and quiet.

[phoenix_moth]

Eighteen is a ridiculous workload, it made me sick my first year and Brian just had to drop a class because he had eighteen too and it was getting to be too much. blah.

you're having nightmares too? strange. mine are basically the same dream repeating in different ways and scenarios and i jump awake too early and fold myself up against the wall and stare at my blanket trying to convince myself that the bed and the cinder block walls around me are reality and what just happened inside my head is not.

it don't always work, for the record.

i'm glad your dreams backed off a bit.

blah.

[astuteprince]

eh.. it's not that bad of a workload I don't think. Seems to be pretty easy for right now- then again the school year has just begun. I think I'm going to have to buckle down a little more but I'll be fine.
But that's not adding in my high school either. xD

I'm sorry about your dreams. I'm still scared to go sleep.