Restlessness is a four letter word.

Hmmm, now that I think about it, I’m not even sure.

 There is so much going on. This is obvious when it comes to school. Freaking finals. Though, I think I’ve definitely grown complacent, and that worries me. I mean…yeah, I don’t even know.

It seems like I don’t even have half-thoughts anymore, more like flashes and flickering blurs as they run past my conscious. I can’t hold a conversation anymore. And it makes me feel…lesser, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. Sometimes it’s hard to actually talk to people about anything, because I want every conversation to be worthy of words, but I think I freak people out because I’m too serious. And no, I’m not even thinking about a specific instance with specific people: this is all very general. I guess this is why I love my friends: they help me loosen up and laugh.

And then there’s social issues, which have been amazing and worrisome, depending on who we are talking about. My weekend was a huge combination of both school and social stress, and therefore, it wasn’t wonderful.

Sometimes I understand people more than they understand themselves. Sometimes I think I understand people and I’m completely wrong. Sometimes people are enigmas.

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Enough about that. Freaking psychology. I hate you. I always do this to myself: I can’t actually be productive until it’s too late.

So, lots of random news stories and blogs that I read have been talking about how amazing sleep is for memory and all that. Well, I would like to take your word for it, but how the hell am I supposed to remember something that I haven’t studied? Why do you think I’m spending my nights working: because I have to get it done. The phrase “time management” is not in my vocabulary. And seriously, sleep is overrated. I mean, duh. That, and eating. Yeah.

I’m just going to stop while I’m behind.