2/28/2011

I'm a private college in a suburb of Sacramento. All I can really focus on is the nausea I've been living with for the past two days. On the left side of my head there is a muted pounding sound I can't seem to cure... Besides that all I hear is the sound of pounding fingers on key boards in this computer lab. I wish to go home. But all I would do is nothing productive what so ever. Or at all. My mouth is dry. All I know is stale taste of the orange Gatorade I swallowed to cure this twelve hour hang over. But in reality, all I taste is regret and internal dissatisfaction.Not one has won. My body feels sore and my soul seems.... so exhausted. I've become lost and more so distracted. Here I am back at school, pumped with the idea that is the best that I can do. But how is it, I'm no longer sure what it is want to do... Where I've been, or why I'm with you.