Too fast to stop, too slow to move

Like limbo or mental state of purgatory I stare at the screen, waiting for the essay to finish itself. "Why is the completion of a postsecondary program important to you, and what do you hope to achieve once you get a degree?" It's important because I want to...ah crap I don't know. I try to sleep but I can't still the racing thoughts. I try write and I can't think. What kind of shit is that? Dull and flat. Lethargic. Blwuh.