I have so much on my mind.
I wrote today throughout all of APUSH and most of APB. I thought my brain might explode if I didn't. Emma and I were social recluses at lunch today and we talked about a lot of things, mostly this year and how much has changed. It's almost depressing, and way too much for me to handle on a Monday afternoon, so I wrote. Nothing of major relevenace really, just thoughts. It was sort of stream of consciousness, but sort of not. I can't let myself write total stream of consciousness, mostly because I'm afraid of what might come out. It reminded me of dance class last year when Waddell would tell us to get out our journals and sit and and start writing and not to take the pen off the paper until she told us to stop. I think one time I wrote "Nothing." over and over again because I really had nothing to write about. I wonder if she actually read those. Some of mine were quite funny. I wish I still had them. I might. I don't know.
I don't know what to do.
At all.