I feel burned out. I feel like a patient in an insane asylum, being run by the insane. I feel like twirling ‘round and ‘round… my arms a makeshift windmill… until I’m dizzy and I pass out from the high. Girl Interrupted.

Daysbleedtogetherlikeonelongrunonsentence. I’m functioning on auto-pilot and I'm merely coasting. I’m stressed and it shows on my face in the form of random, hard, and lone zits, that form in strategic spots on my face… like chess pieces.

I’m picturing myself taking deep inhalations of Mediterranean air, eyes closed as I relish in the warm air and hot sand underneath my bare feet.

I am visualizing myself sitting outside a café, languishing in spicy smells and the sound of passers-by muttering to one another, as they browse outside markets.

I’m remembering the feeling of truly being away… enjoying 8 lazy days of simply being.

I need a vacation. I crave a reprieve.