i can still smell the scent of insense and smoke clinging to my dirty hair,
and my eyes are heavy with sleep because the lights in my room are always dimmed,
and i am have a lot to do
but i know that i wont do it, despite my best intentions.
unfortunately, i will allow myself to be haunted with the regret that i didnt do all that i could for myself.
but that feeling is for later.
right now all i care about is getting rid of this mood of impending doom sitting heavy on my shoulders.