I was drowning there at best

I was drowning there at best

Tonight I'm feeling antsy and restless in that way that I often feel when there's a stack of college catalogs on my desk and when what I've been writing seems sub-par and when my friends feel very, very, very far away.  These are Stalinger days, that's what I'll call them, days when the only thing to do is run away from Facebook and write, write, write until everything is at its worst.  These are days when teen magazines make me feel fat and the talent of others makes me feel incompetent and I criticize myself for being too critical of myself.

These are days when sleep is far away, always far away, and it all seems surreal.