The One Who Dwells Within

I have never hated being in college as much as I have this week. It's this week every semester, actually, that I, along with a few thousand other UNC students, begin to lose my mind. My first exam week went by relatively smoothly. At least I don't remember any tragedies. Second semester finals week is a complete blur to me, besides the mental breakdown I suffered while studying for economics (Ralph Byrns if you ever read this, I HATE YOU). But all was well and good after that was over because the end of that exam week meant summer.

This week before exams even started, things took a sharp turn. A downhill turn. Off a cliff.

Monday. All is well for most of the day. Internal conflict begins.
Tuesday. Went to sleep at 5pm.
Wednesday. Woke up at 7:30am (from 5pm the night before). Exam. Personal conflict causes me to completely stop focusing on class, exams, learning and breathing. Nap, even though I had slept for 14 hours the night before.
Wednesday night. Go to dinner. Get to dinner, head starts to implode. Skip all LDOC celebrations, bed at 9:30.
Thursday. Campus health for 2 hours. They don't tell me anything. French exam review. They don't teach me anything. Froze to death on the way home. Bed at 9.
Friday morning. 12:30am. I'm awake. I'm shivering. It's not cold. I can't swallow. I can't see anything. It's at this moment that I believe the demons began to enter my body. Yes, demons. The ones who dwelt within Cain, Nero, Judas and Legion, as well as Belial and Lucifer, the devil himself in the flesh. Can't breathe. Force myself out of bed to take some medicine that I know isn't going to help. May or may not have contorted my body into odd positions and ate some spiders.

At some point this weekend I regained control of my body. I'm just patiently waiting for the demons to return and, frankly, I'm afraid to see what's going to happen. But kind of excited.

Someone get Sir Anthony Hopkins on the phone.