unsettling

I think i've gotten to a new low. I'm just completely unsure of everything now. And I don't really care enough about it to figure it out. The only thing I ever want to do anymore is write. It is as if the rest of the world is building up too much pressure, and all i can do is write little phrases into the back of my eye lids when I should be sleeping. I should be working on my thesis. I should be with my friends. I should be reading books. But I can't. I feel more lost now than ever.
There is a vivid fog that settles over our tiny college in the autumn morning. You can feel the humidity like a damp rag weighing in the cool air. I wish it would just go ahead and rain.