Orange Peels Are Bitter

There are orange peels laying on the floor. I've just thrown a chocolate wrap next to them. I gathered all the dishes from last night and piled them up in the sink. Empty water bottles surround me. I've started writing my essay for Monday, but I stopped. I'm reading "La Celestina", "1984", and trying to read again" Don Quijote de la Mancha". I haven't watched TV in a long time. I'm tired and sad. I'm looking at photos. I'm thinking about what was going on last year around this period. Bad, bad things, good things that turned bad, and just plain things. I'm thinking about what was going on half a year ago. Amazing things.
I'll pick up the orange peels, the chocolate wrap and the bottles soon. I'll do the dishes. I'll finish my essay. I'll continue and eventually finish the three books. I'll go back to feeling full of life, content and hopeful. I'll close my pictures file. I'll think again about what's hopefully waiting for me in the near future... or just the future. I'll apparently forget again, for a while (can't get used to not remembering). It's just one of those moments that I left somewhere behind me, but that sometimes drop by for a short visit.