Inertia. Raissa messaged me yesterday and I don’t know how to feel. Why now? I’ve been hyperemotional since I decided to stalk again. Dammit I led myself to this. On the other hand it’s weirdly happy for me because I managed to come up with a poem that’s acceptable. Didn’t know I had it in me to write something like that. I don’t know how it happened but the idea just sprang out of me and I wish I had more instances of these bursts where I don’t feel effort at all. I mean I even managed to come up with rhythm and rhyme both as well as a message that ma’am liked. I never do that, produce something people like. I suppose there’s some force or muse in emotions that make it easy or easier to come up with writing when you’re particularly emotional. I can’t balance both though, and both workshop sheets are due tomorrow. I can’t seem to find the strength to continue working. I just want to collapse out of exhaustion of the emotional kind.