Collective conformity blues

It seems that everyone I know currently studying at university is going slightly insane. In a strange way, it still does not make me feel any better in my feelings of insanity during exam period. Not that all my feelings of insanity are derived from this phenomenon, but still, I would have thought that some comfort would have come from uniformity. Or conformity. That is the norm. Apparently.

I've been trying to force myself to be creative but it hasn't been working... Got to love writer's block. Maybe it has been induced by low seretonin levels.

On a side note, I haven't had pear and raspberry bread for ages.

Limits

I've just been hit with the strangest thought- what if life was meant to be lived like this? In creative whims, floating on thoughts and relying on them for directions. I'm in this incredible headspace, which feels slightly dangerous, but has lead me from being a poet to an installation artist. Long story.

But then there is always the notion of reality. Is it sustainable to be living like this? Will it ultimately lead me to my demise?

Such questions and thoughts. But I like it.