I feel compelled to write this, because I go back to college tomorrow and that means that things are away to get crazy busy and my time that I can devote to my procrastination is away to diminish quite rapidly.  I’m still trying to work out what I haven’t done for tomorrow.  This may be the last time you hear from me in a while, you’ll all be very glad to know!

So there I was thinking ‘I’m going to write in my blog tonight, what could I write about?’, and my usually over-inspired self was remarkably uninspired.  I tossed a few ideas over in my head, and then it hit me.  Hard.  Why not write about the reason that I am so incredibly uninspired?

I, Kirsty, believer of the fantasmagorical and long-term resident of Wonderland, have found inner peace…and it appears to be destroying me.  it sounds like something out of Kung Fu Panda, but this is real life.  It may possibly be the most bizarre sensation I have ever felt.

I am not void of emotion, yet I feel nothing.  I am not happy, nor am I sad.  I’m not angry, I’m not stressed out (though I totally should be given my workload for the next 2 months), and I’m not befuddled.  I don’t know how to describe it.  On Saturday night, my inner demons (of which there are many, let me assure you) have fallen silent.  I don’t know how long this is going to last for, maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and my demons will be slaughtering each other in a raging war, or perhaps I am going to have this inner peace until the day I die.  Maybe it’s a sign that I’m away to die, who knows?  I swear it’s not the drugs.

My inner peace is willing to stay for as long as it wants, so long as it stops interfering with my life.  Who knew something so widely sought after could be such a burden?