I'll run away with you

I have a bad case of everything-block. Its like writer's block, but a lot worse. Because it is everything-block. I can't do anything. I tried to write. Couldn't. Tried to sketch. Couldn't. There was one thing I did manage to do, though. Excercise. Tomorrow, there will be some soreness, but whatever. I must lose this extra bulk. I'm too short to have it. My mom said that when I came back last summer, I was skinnier, darker, and I was a whole different person. But now I've turned into the regular me, only I'm lazier, fatter, lighter, and just a more severe case than last time. I managed to make my life into a routine. And its not helping that I'm depressed because of my new college prospects. I don't even want to go to college. But then when I find out I cannot get into my top choice universities, I am totally bummed out. So in summation, I am totally bummed, have everything-block, have not seen anyone I am not related to in a couple of weeks, will not get into a good university, and am bipolar. Well, anyway, today I had no funky fantasy. I just started dancing.