I just feel really exhausted right now. It's the end of the year, and my final project presentation (for morning classes at least) is next week. I'm still fighting allergies and a sinus infection and been running to the bathroom every 15 minutes or so to cough and spit. Haven't yet rested, haven't watched my favorite show to relax in about a week. But I just keep pushing.
I honestly feel stupid. My foot is flaring again from stress, but I keep moving, keep fighting the pain. But I hate my music right now, I'm having writer's block while I feel words just trying to get out, but then when I try to write I feel...empty. I feel washed out, like I don't have an opinion, I'm just doing everything robotically.
After 10 days of antibiotics, I usually feel better. Except right now I won't sleep enough. I haven't missed a single class in the last week, even when I got dusted (I'm allergic to dust, my throat closes up, instant migraine, almost passing out) during group work. I still finished that day.
I don't know. What am I doing? Who am I? I want to love art --- the making, the doing, the experiencing. But I'm just hurting.