Hey, where do you think you're going?

Its 8:08 and I'm trying to write this evaluation on a film my comic spirit group and I did over the last two weeks. The problem is I can't seem to detach from my mind. Thoughts racing in and out, I think there is something wrong with me; I think I'm broken. I'm supposed to set five minutes aside to dwell on the things that distract me from the things I need to get done. Five minutes that have turned into twenty. It upsets me when people tell me to just stop, for some crazy reason I feel like I can't. I've tried so hard to and there is nothing I want more at this current moment in time. I feel like getting away would help but I know it wouldn't, I've tried it before and those things tend to follow. I think it's time to just stop.

The truth about opposites

I went about my day in the wrong way. I tried so hard to control it, things that any rational person would know are uncontrollable. Unfortunately for me I'm not that blessed. I spent a pretty good amount of precious time analyzing and determining what the best course of action would be to gain control. Again, any rational person would have come to terms with it but I just couldn't. I kept trying and trying until I feel asleep. Something tells me I will never get it, something tells me I wont stop trying.