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I'm bloody annoyed and stressed out to all hell. Probably because I haven't eaten, didn't sleep well last night, have been depending on Tylonol PM and coffee for rest and energy. I'm about to take a make up midterm that I crammed for last night. Oh hello, photographic memory, I love you. Have to move this weekend. Don't know what to do with my couch. All things that are pitiful nuisances, I should just shut up and calm down. Born a worrier, die a worrier. Secrets, secrets, secrets. You keep secrets from people, you avoid confrontation, judgment et cetera. The prospect of them leaking out is possibly more stressful than the judgment itself. I keep thinking 'I should make friends' and then I think 'no, too stressful'. I'm rereading The Time Traveler's Wife because I'm in love with Henry DeTamble. I'm going to a chiropractor on Tuesday, his name is Doctor Devine...pronounced 'divine'. I love it. I just can't handle my back pain anymore, nothing I do helps. I can't depend on Tylonol PM anymore to sleep. I also promised myself a massage if I got A's or B's last quarter and neglected to follow through, so I also have an appointment next weekend for an hour and a half massage with a woman name Mem. Yelp people say shes amazing. I'm excited to finally do something nice for myself. I've decided to stop taking care of people. It always ends up badly. I always end up feeling unappreciated and overlooked. Useless, stupid, detrimental. I'm happier in hiding, with a nose in a book making friends with the people between the lines. Its just better this way, for now.
Ok midterm time.
Ok midterm time.