delectably deliciously dearly depressed.
decided that stressing over lessons that don't go well - both as a student and teacher- is pretty pointless; if i'm being paid to play, then i should just suck it up and be an adult. when i graduate and enter real situations, i probably won't have the luxury of getting upset over minor problems like these.
sinking deeper in, slowly but surely; it's like watching your favourite movie for the hundredth time and knowing when the protagonist is going to die. the pleasurable agony of anticipation, coupled with the suffocating helplessness not unlike drowning in a thick, slimy sea of impotence just makes it harder to get on with daily life. like an unwanted embrace choking the life out of me, like a waterlogged bathrobe chaining me down, like a portrait constantly looking at me, eerie eyes following my every move, all-seeing, filing away mistakes for future reference.
like trying to sleep too much to get away from it all. only, prithee tell me, from what is it that i'm running.
