PMS...
Ugh. I feel horribly fat and bloated and depressed and tired. And that's just today. I single-handedly managed to eat a whole day's worth of calories before noon, which made me depressed, which made me eat more. I don't even want to think about how many I'm ate now (on my second bowl of mac and cheese). To top it off, I had to wake up at 345am this morning, and then worked 8 hours, then took a midterm, then crashed. Oh, and then when I went to go grocery shopping, there was a parking ticket on my car. Fuck you, UCI.
At least all of this has kept me so busy that I've forgotten how lonely I am.
At least all of this has kept me so busy that I've forgotten how lonely I am.