I Don't Know What I'm Doing
I don't know what this is. I think I just wanted to organize my thoughts somewhere other than the messy paper journal I forget about most of the time. I have bad handwriting. Things I'm thinking about but have nothing to do with anything remotely relevant: Stream of consciousness is supposed to help organize thought, with disorganized writing. I hate the stress of procrastination. I try not to wait, but none the less it seems as though nothing falls together until right before hand. I am a planner by nature, I hate not knowing what's coming and I resemble a sweater unraveled by a loose string, a dying kite, a drowning sparrow when things don't go as planned . Learning spontaneity. I don't know if this is possible. The Last Minute came out of a desperate prayer. I'm out of work for the summer. This is something I am struggling to handle. I don't do well without a schedule. I don't like feeling useless. I have lots of things that need doing th