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This has been one of the worst weeks of my life in terms of stress. I feel like there's so much to do, and it's going to be literally impossible to get it all done. And every time I try to get work done, something fucks me up, like the fact that there are no open computers in the library, or the fact that my room is too hot and messy to allow me to concentrate, or that datastor didn't save my fucking sociology paper. And my stomach is at that sick stage of hunger because I haven't eaten yet today. I wish someone would come and save me from myself, because I'm about to have a panic attack. And I can't work in this state of mind, so I'm fucking myself over even more just by being like this.