It's sun set right now, and the dust is starting to settle after another long day in Ghanzi. The sky is fading into the pastel colors that happen right as the sun passes over the horizon. The street lights are turning on and I'm sitting on the front porch. Buster, is laying down in his burrow hoping I'll take him on a walk.
For the past week or so, I've not done anything much but try to learn some calligraphy, and read some of the stuff on Facebook. I don't know what's up, but I feel grey in my mind; Simply uncreative, and I don't know why.
It's most likely that my parents told me that they could tell when I wasn't taking my meds. I don't want to go into specifics, but honestly; I never that I would have a daily medication before I was even 25.
The sky is becoming more golden now, darkening into a deep orange at the horizon, and the trees cast they're shadowy silhouettes.
My dad expressed a similar emotion about his thyroid medication. This will pass I guess, but I thought for sure that I might simply be... Well— normal. Clearly not. Not only am I not normal, but I am a unique case. So there goes my chandelier of fitting in at collage (that is; assuming I actually get there).
If I sound discouraged, that's because I feel it. As graduation ebbs nearer and nearer, I just wonder how I'm going to do it. That is with out a nervous break down. My vacation has been a blast, but if it weren't for my brothers being home, I would have worked through it. I am just ready to be done.
I'm gonna go for a walk now. I'll try to write some more later.
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