For the past week i've had summer school for making up a coarse. It has sucked honestly, but that's not my point of this blog entry. Going back to my school means that when school gets out I can walk home through the small path in the woods bordering my school. I always tend to look at my feet when I walk since I always trip but for some reason I just didn't look right. It felt like my mind was far away from my body, like it was somewhere else. My hands didn't feel like my own. I just didn't feel right. I decided to take the long way home one day so I could visit the creek. I sat on the mossy ground hanging out the large creek, the sound of rushing water being comforting. I just sat there for at least 20 minutes looking at myself and writing in my journal. I hope I feel better this week.
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