I Could Do With A Distraction, Please!

A mind dominated by pure essay writing will eventually be corrupted by hatred, to even want to write. The struggling mind will carry on, but the body will began to tire. At the end of writing or before, even if the word count is not reached the mind cease and the body will stop. Rest becomes clearly important, though it is never achieved. There is a constant attention that learning will carry on. The body may have shut down, but the mind will keep on thinking of what result is to come in the end, and it continues and will not stop and it goes on and on and on, till you want to SCREAM… There is no room for stopping, there is thought and thinking. If the thinking never stops, you would it, would it, stuttering happens, the mind locks, forgets and becomes distracted. But it’s good, it makes you forget. You want a brick wall, white cloud or dark room to appear as it is the only way to rid yourself of thoughts, which are soon to be forgotten. Soon you begin to tire, close your eyes briefly and rub them; Emptiness achieved! Nothing left. You begin to be aware of the world around you - you drink your coffee and realise the bloody thing has gone cold. It would almost be a Frappacino, but it’s actually luke-warm, with all the sediment at the bottom.


No thought of feeling is clear… well accept for the hot guy sat on my right with a lovely Irish accent; pants are way too baggy if I’m honest. The two women in front of me making me laugh, especially the one who wants a tattoo on her boob and also Bangor is crap for shopping apparently. I do wonder why come here and complain about it if you don’t like the place anyway!