Only a fool, would look you in the eyes.
My life hasn't been really eventful lately. My eyes hurt, I'm more tired than usual, and for some reason, more often than usual, I've been asked to explain my feelings more than once by someone I don't like enough to elaborate them to.
It's not like my emotions are something in a petri dish I can quantify. I'm kind of getting damned tired of trying to quantify myself for someone who doesn't get it, will never get it, and I honestly don't care ever gets it. It's not my fault simple concepts are beyond their ken.
It frustrates me to the point where my fingers hurt from clenching my hand.
I need to start drawing again. I will. I guess. I've been doodling with color on someone else's computer, but for some reason, my machine is sluggishly slow, to the point where I can't use my tablet, without pausing and waiting for it to catch up... which defeats the entire purpose in using a drawing tablet.
For some reason right now, I'm a bundle of nerves.
For some reason, going home seems like less fun than it did last week...
After tomorrow I think I'm gonna lurk around, with only my eyes poking up above the surface to look for things to drag to a watery grave for bothering me.