I Just Took A Test

I wear basically the same pair of pajamas a few days in a row.

It works with that fact that I feel like a week is just like this really long day strung together. Every day is so similar and runs right in with the other. I hardly know what day it is anymore which is okay.

There are just times when I realize that things are so constant that maybe I shouldn't just rely on what I've been doing. Like how everyday I go through this same contemplation:

"I just went up a lot of stairs. Am I on the fourth floor yet? Well I'm not tired yet, so probably not."

Every time I go up those stairs. The same thought. You'd think my brain would get sick of thinking the same thing again and again.

                                                     but it doesn't.

What I'm trying to say is that things are moving by so fast and I want them to. BUT I also don't want that because I don't want to miss out on things.

I need to care more.

                 About everything.