... and my eyebags are the size of my eyes.

okay what a joke. i'm starting to wonder if this is all a big fat cruel joke. i know God has everything planned for me and that i don't have to worry, i just have to trust in Him and erase all traces of doubt. but really... i'm not the least bit interested in studying how shadows are formed when light falls on items at certain angles, not interested in studying space and definitely not interested in whatever else does not lead me further in the way of metaphorical thinking. i don't even know what i'm going to do with a diploma in interior design.

seriously.

i'm staring at my work but all that's running through my head is: and one day we'll wake up to find out it wasn't just a dream. we'll wake up to cheery chirps of cockatoos greeting us good morning. we'll wake up to me in your arms and your fingers laced with mine. the sunlight will stream through slitted blinds and the dust on your cupboard will dance till we wake up, but i don't want to because...