Anyone ever felt like their head was swimming with stuff? My old English teacher hated the word "stuff", but that's excactly what it is - thoughts, worries, memories, fantasies, you name it. Sometimes it happens suddenly and I'll find myself lying awake half the night with my swarming untill I end up e-mailing someone, or pouring my thoughts all over the sole pour person online on Messenger...
This time it's been going on for days, and I partly know where it's coming from - or rather what triggered it - and partly ahve no clue, what is going on. I always end up sorting my head out (or at least I do now that I'm with Mads) but I still decided to take a bit of a break - just go to Bulgaria and think of nothing than old monestaries and my next visit to the beach :-)
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