Poetical Musings on a Scarred Past
* WARNING CONTAINS POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING REFERENCES TO SUICIDE ATTEMPTS AND SELF-HARM* Evening folks, I find myself as per usual cramming in far too many late night tasks before I can properly set my mind to rest and hibernate until the next day rudely beginnings. However whilst my brain perhaps does not appreciate last minute reading it has enjoyed the time for reflection on what was a long but brilliant day (which is what my life mainly seems to consist of at the moment). My third year at university at the moment seems to be filled with a never ending To Do list and not enough time in which to complete it all, and whilst it can be exciting to be involved in lots of things, I confess I do frequently teeter on the brink of feeling overwhelmed by the amount I have on personally and course wise. Yet despite this my day today involved a good kind of busyness, the kind I am happy to surrender moments of rest to because I am invested ...