Guts
Yesterday I put my hand into the gapping wound on the side of my computer and ripped out its still beating heart leaving the entrails strewn about the floor. It's going to stay dead for the rest of the quarter if I can avoid doing any of the design work for my English project.
Meanwhile, my brain seems to be quickly deteriorating. I awoke at 6:30 only to find that somehow my teacher canceled the class without sending out an E-mail, I missed the announcement, and nobody in my group said anything about it. So I'm sitting here in the University Union at 7:30 wishing I had something to do.
So I ate a bagel. And had some watery hot cocoa. And tried to avoid contemplating my fate.
God, this shit is tearing me up. I don't know why, but simply talking about the things that aren't right in my life is making them ten times worse. If this pattern continues, I'm not going to be able to move after the counseling appointment.
I had dreams about HYD all night long. When will my life go back to being a drama? It was in high school, it was in jr. high, why isn't it in college?
This cocoa is completely gross, I just got some chunk of solid.
I'm gonna go study.
Meanwhile, my brain seems to be quickly deteriorating. I awoke at 6:30 only to find that somehow my teacher canceled the class without sending out an E-mail, I missed the announcement, and nobody in my group said anything about it. So I'm sitting here in the University Union at 7:30 wishing I had something to do.
So I ate a bagel. And had some watery hot cocoa. And tried to avoid contemplating my fate.
God, this shit is tearing me up. I don't know why, but simply talking about the things that aren't right in my life is making them ten times worse. If this pattern continues, I'm not going to be able to move after the counseling appointment.
I had dreams about HYD all night long. When will my life go back to being a drama? It was in high school, it was in jr. high, why isn't it in college?
This cocoa is completely gross, I just got some chunk of solid.
I'm gonna go study.