Headaches

“I’ll write something for my blog tomorrow, even if it’s not a continuation of the story. But I’m tired and have a headache, so I’ll just rest up and finish it later, I couldn’t focus if I tried to.”

That was me. For the past week. Dunno what it is; fine one minute, sit down to write, then bam, migraine. So? I’m sitting here, writing about migraines whilst having a migraine. I don’t know what’s so stressful to me about writing up these blog posts, I go through draft after draft, yet nothing ever seems good enough.

This whole thing’s anonymous, right? So what’s there to be scared of with a poorly written/composed post every now and then? Well?- Nothing honestly. The stress is completely pointless, yet so vividly real and present.

And it’s not just writing. Wanna hang out with friends? Bam. Migraine. Wanna go out of the house to see something cool? Bam. Migraine. It’s so frustrating, but when I get frustrated- ba–…you guys get the point.

Don’t misinterpret, I love writing, I love hanging out with my friends, and seeing cool stuff, but man oh man does every part of my subconscious seem dead-set on changing my mind on the matter.

This has been fun, I’ll write another post soon. After I take some more ibuprofen of course.