Words I'll Never Say to You

I wish my thoughts could just flow freely from my mouth. I wish I spoke truthfully without hesitation. I wish I didn’t hide behind metaphors and complex words. I wish I could just tell you how I honestly felt.

Because of you, I will never do anything halfheartedly ever again. Thanks.

Lately my thoughts have been grinding their way through my mind like boxes being carelessly dragged on concrete.  Concentrating on a friend’s conversation is fruitless and my eyes tend to focus away from the action.  Lectures seem repetitive and drawn-out, and even the most interesting of topics sound like a fifteen minute discussion on drying paint. My body is left in the scene, yet my mind is taking flight. It’s somewhere else, anywhere but here. But I don’t think I’ll ever find it through endless journeys away from the familiar, it’s right where I left it all along.

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Today I was (insert mundane task we all do daily) and I noticed (metaphor referring to task or unexpected perspective) just from (mundane task we do daily).  Even though we all do (mundane task), it’s hard to believe that I feel (certain emotion unrelated to actual ask) due to (unexpected perspective).  We may all feel insignificant, but in the end (insert redeeming or positive outlook).

I’ve learned that certain words weren’t meant to be spoken and specific thoughts should not be imagined. Being candid can be reassuring, but the truth was just as damaging as any lies we could have told.

Sometimes I regret my decision to go through with my Biology major, but the first day of class wasn’t encouraging.  For the first time I wasn’t falling asleep in class because of bring tired or compellingly weak, I was falling asleep because I was bored.  The topics discussed began to overlap with my preceding classes, covering material I already knew. One of my teachers even reused a whole lecture from a class I had attended… Hopefully this is just a case of review, but if this keeps up I’ll have another lukewarm semester.