Urban Poly Princess

I've been trying to "balance" my life by attending church stuff. I worked until 6pm. When I got home my Visiting teachers were there in less than 5 minutes and gave me a lesson. When they were done I went to FHE. What was supposed to B a nice break for me I couldn't really enjoy because I kept thinking about how I needed to return to writing a paper that I'm turning in late already. I just felt like I didn't have a moment to breathe the entire day. THEN I start thinking of these dumb rhymes AND it won't quit. I know that's my way of avoiding stuff to get obsessive about stupid things that don't matter. Saturday I HAD to clean EVERYTHING and I do mean EVERYTHING. It's like part of me doesn't want to turn my papers in, doesn't want to write them which is odd because I love writing probably more than almost anything else in the world. I'm done-it's just going in late tomorrow. MLK day which should remind me to be grateful. BUT it doesn't I'm tired. Being psychotic is exhausting.