instead of reworking my own poems for my final portfolio due tomorrow. It’s clear where my priorities lie.
Life is so easy when you’re a creative writing minor
I feel incapable of thinking.
It seems as though all of my thoughts have been sucked from my brain. I mean, I don’t expect much less after spending 2 full days writing a paper on Feminist Literature. But it’s a very odd feeling.
I can barely get a thought out. It’s almost like my mind is completely blank.
Where is my mind?