Today I had a one to one with my college tutor to review my first week as a second year:

"How are you today, Lewis?"
"Great thank you"
I feel like crap
"Have you been coping this week?"
"Definitely"
No. I just want to cry all the time.
"Do you feel ready for the year ahead? It will be tense"
"Yes, definitely. I feel determined to get it right this year"
I don't even know if I'll make it to the end of this year.
"Is there anything else you need or want to talk about?"
"No I think I'm all good. Thank you"
**Yes, there is so much and I don't even know what to do. You won't understand though, nobody ever does.

Sometimes it's near, sometimes it's distant

Sometimes it's real, sometime's it's faked

Sometimes there's bliss, sometimes there's grief

Sometimes there are signs, sometimes there are assumptions

Sometimes I'm shaken, sometimes I'm stupefied

sometime's I'm exuberant , sometimes I'm rigid

Sometimes I'm relentless, sometimes I'm restrained

Sometimes I believe, sometimes I doubt

Sometimes I stay, sometimes I run

Sometimes I reach, sometimes I flinch

Sometimes it's cosmic, sometimes it's unconventional

Sometimes it's vivid, sometimes it's vague

Sometimes it's white, sometimes it's black

Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's fantasy

Sometimes there's paradise, sometimes there's tragedy

Sometimes I'm certain, sometimes I'm anxious

Sometimes I fall in love, sometimes I fear love

Sometimes it's a dream, sometimes it only remains a dream

Sometimes is sometimes,

If only sometimes I can't feel