Sirens are wailing. Bomb techs are running & I'm standing in the middle of it all with a confused look on my face. Typical. I just need to learn to breathe. In. Out. Would anyone like to give me classes on being calm?
I bury myself & I haven't learned how to say no. But how can I when I find out that the institution that I've come to adore is having a huge event for the Montreal Massacre, & yet nothing for Remembrance Day. For a school so passionate about rights & freedoms, you'd think that would remember the rights & freedoms that our country's veterans fought for. But I digress.
I'm up earlier & have more planned for this day than I have for my entire week. I'm feeling myself begin to get more & more swamped. Meetings. Events. Classes. Gym. Homework. Reading. My lack of organization is becoming astounding. With every phone call, with every forgotten pair of shorts, I get a little closer to self destruction. An explosion of my mind, leaving it all over the walls.
Equality. Something I'd say I know something about, but in reality I don't. I know about as much as the average person & yet I'm so interested, so passionate. Ironic? Who knows. I'm just throwing words together these days in the hopes that it'll make sense. I need to find answers & opinions & reasons for it all but I feel confused & lost.
I always feel confused & lost these days. Maybe a good run'll do me good.
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