she's a shaker, but not a mover

[gracetrash]

Life is being kinda gay.
And weird.
Especially today.
First day of December.
Holy shit.
Didn't sleep well last night.
Jessica texted me at 330AM and
apparently
Stephanie is
trying to kill herself.
Again, mind you.
I don't
think
I'm dying anymore;
at least not today.
Furthermore.
The place where I usually park on campus
was blocked.
I don't like change.
But I parked elsewhere.
The bus took a different route.
Not sure why.
Eng presentation wasn't
as good
as I wanted it to be.
Really nervous, which is
really unusual for me.
No work tonight.
It's slushing. Or snowing.
Or raining.
Or freezing rain.
Probably not going to Madison.
It happens.
Things to do.
Apartment has become a maze
of clothing
and books
and cups
and pieces of crumpled paper
on the floor.
Must learn to
make time
to clean.
I should attempt
homework
and studying
for exams,
but then again,
I won't.

I am thriving in this cold hell I created for myself.