Rituals.

I have been trapped inside half a dozen books. For the last week, my mind has swirled among words that drag on too long. It is an octopus, that I break free of one arm to be entangled by another. But it's a symptom. Willingly I submitted to this dragging behind a horse. Anything that would get me away from where I stood. Though, it was kind of like being dragged across a treadmill. One where a picture is turned alongside. It was so clear that, though moving, I wasn't going anywhere. And yet the surroundings were still in motion. In other news, I've figured out why I intentionally tank some schoolwork. It's a matter of being able to exert some control over the things I dislike. As a teenager, I hated that my parents put me under pressure to succeed, but never gave me any encouragement when I achieved something. Now, it's because I don't really want to be in school, but don't entirely have a choice (long story, well, long-ish, just don't feel like relating