That feeling of emptiness, no sense of purpose and direction.
Glancing every two seconds at the clock, the sound of the tick tocking filling the silent spaces in the room.
I hear my inner head voice resonate with such clarity that I chuckled “I am crazy indeed.”
Bored with a strong urge of helplessness, reading lose some of its appeal. A sign that I am crazy because reading has always been one of my therapies.
“What do I do next,” I ponder.
I figure I would turn to my other therapy: music but every tune in my library irritates my heightened sensitive nature.
Yet, I scroll song after song listening for bear seconds and ah, jackpot!
Jordan Sparks sounds appealing, I am nodding, even imitating the guitar with my mouth.
Then suddenly my heart plummet, honestly I felt like my heart left my chest and slammed to my feet.
Jordan began belting lyrics about love.
My high crashed to the floor and I am in despair yet again.
Hey! I know what I will do. I will turn to another therapy: DVD watching/film watching.
May3
Yelhispressing 