How different days can be... from feverish activity when one moves faster than time, to days when one just stares at nothing for hours and hours and one feels as though one might be eaten alive by ones own thoughts.

Currently I am tired. Incredibly so. Which is, in my case, never a good sign. Isn't it strange how one's outside and inside can be so very different from eachother... I went to the university even though I couldn't focus on my lectures I probably seemed collected enough, inside I feel so heavy, numb and dead. It's frightening.