Wrapped up in thinking I moved on to Philosophy and gradually I became caught up in the Philosophy of Alfred Lord Tennyson ”better to have loved and lost, than have never known love at all.” and I started thinking of why that is true, and who would think the opposite and what they must have gone through to think that way. I became the character and this is me as them. I became the heartless person that knew love. There is a back story to the character, but I feel that it is too long and feel more comfortable just posting this. I wrote it in a diary posting way. idk.
It is not real. My flesh lies. However, I the soul finds this to be true.
I have had a lot of tea today. Quite random I know but still writing make me feel good. I do not know why but I have this nasty feeling I cannot shake. I think it has to do with the load of work I have to do this month in addition to the caffeine I have had. I also did not go to the gym so I am feeling guilty about that but I got to see a good friend today that I have not seen in a while. I am also very glad of the head I have because although it may not be perfect it is in good shape. I think I am home sick but if I were to go home I would be bored sick. Not to be rude but my mother is actually sick and I could go see my cat but I know I will be slightly more productive here. I also found out that I like a healthy medium between my old room(super colorful hippie) to my now room(dark and serious). Dark with a splash of color. Still not feeling to supreme but maybe later.