Too much water has gone down the thing

Too much water has gone down the thing; am constantly bombarded by an emotional vortex. Sometimes I know who I am, other times am too confused that am not sure what to do with myself, so on days like today when the world is an irritable place and nothing makes sense, I sit and write, listen to Leona Lewis and hope that I can make use of the time I have in today, because if I do not, I will be in another pool of regret tonight. Since the semester ended, my body shut down its functions of resistance to fatigue, a horrible flu has overcome me, and Tiffany thinks its swine flu. I think it’s the body and mind finally giving in to being released of the tension and stress that it has been succumbed to for the past four months. Why have I not stopped? I think am running, running from achieving nothing and doing nothing. Yet there was a time I delighted in the pleasure of doing nothing, of reading for pleasure and writing, of reading poetry and smiling- now those things feel like last year to me; perhaps its because too much water has gone down the thing.