Seriously, you're fine. Don't worry about it.

. . . ?

It. It being me, the things I do, the amazing pain as manifested through the tension between how I want to be and how I inevitably am, the sadness, the tears, the abhorrence of self, the desire of disintegration, the anger, the frustration, the endless lack of the energy, the ability (and ( Read more... )

Most annoying thing about semi-long-distance-relationship involving visiting someone else for multiple days nearly every week ( Read more... )

When something bothers me, I get overwhelmed.

That is the easiest way to say it, but it is lackluster, flat, and seemingly minor--the truth is what I mean when I say overwhelmed is not what it seems like other people mean, because there is so much more. I don't want the more, but I have it anyway ( Read more... )

My father just bought a car.

We don't need a car. We don't have room for a car, because with the new car there, wherever I park will be hemmed in by another car.

sighs

In other news, I'm awake (woke up at 3:30AM) for no apparent reason. Anxiety will do this to me, though. Thought you were sleeping through the night? BAM! Now you're not!

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Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

Anxiety will eat me.

Doesn't matter that I have something to do starting at 9 tomorrow or that it's getting too late for anyone sane or INsane to be awake, and thus I have no one to talk to. (Note: if you ARE awake and want to talk, contact me in comments.) ETA 2 hours later: Trying to sleep now ( Read more... )

Classes start again on Monday.

I am not ready for this, to be honest. I am tired, worn out, and just plain exhausted. (Apparently I'm liking redundancy today too.) Not in the sleepy/physically tired sense, but in the sense where I don't even want to write an entry because that involves thinking and DO NOT WANT ( Read more... )