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I have had the day from hell... promptly following a horrible week. Megha, I'm sorry I haven't written, but I have not been functional for the last 8 days or so.
Everything's out to get me. Absolutely everything's gone wrong. Photoshop hates me. The sidewalk hates me. My clothes hate me. The weather hates me. My soy fro-yo hates me. My freezer hates me. My dishwasher's out to get me. My new boots hate me. My cell phone hates me, and I think it's dying. I bloodied my knee for the first time in years today.
...Even my tupperware's out to get me.
Had my apparently once-a-semester (according to Andy) emotional breakdown today, and then had to run take a midterm, which I got a C on, due to my inability to be functional.
I just wanna curl up in bed, with a mug of cocoa (which I can't drink anymore, for the record), a good book, put on music, and not get out for a month...maybe two. Maybe things will be a little better then.
This was a bad enough breakdown I actually cried. Me. I don't do the whole crying thing, ever. I can't even cry when someone I love dies, but apparently when I have a mental breakdown, I do. How pathetic is that?
The world hates me, and I just wanna curl up in a little ball and cry. Still.
Everything's out to get me. Absolutely everything's gone wrong. Photoshop hates me. The sidewalk hates me. My clothes hate me. The weather hates me. My soy fro-yo hates me. My freezer hates me. My dishwasher's out to get me. My new boots hate me. My cell phone hates me, and I think it's dying. I bloodied my knee for the first time in years today.
...Even my tupperware's out to get me.
Had my apparently once-a-semester (according to Andy) emotional breakdown today, and then had to run take a midterm, which I got a C on, due to my inability to be functional.
I just wanna curl up in bed, with a mug of cocoa (which I can't drink anymore, for the record), a good book, put on music, and not get out for a month...maybe two. Maybe things will be a little better then.
This was a bad enough breakdown I actually cried. Me. I don't do the whole crying thing, ever. I can't even cry when someone I love dies, but apparently when I have a mental breakdown, I do. How pathetic is that?
The world hates me, and I just wanna curl up in a little ball and cry. Still.