I decided I wanted to do a series. A-Z of things that float through my head. Memories that surface and resurface, some diving in the the deep to retrieve. I think I realized something today. I think I stumbled upon the source of my hostilities. I tripped over my eight year old self and skidded across the pavement of the next decade. The healing itches. I have so little to say, so much to do. Not doing what I should be but just wanting to drag scars across my skin. I feel like all my little wants, all my little needs are just sitting in this little petri dish I call my 22nd year of life. They divide and multiply, multiply and swarm in a tide of screaming ambition. There is so much I want to do! So much I need to experience! The fermentation of my desires are filling this space. I'm going to bust!
Or I just have to pee.
I have a hematology lab and chemistry lab practical tomorrow. I'm ready...ish. One can never be too ready. I think I'll do fine. I'm not freaking out but I am procrastinating. I'm going to do it.
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