Scraped Too Thin
I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired.
Was it the Hobbit? Or is it Lord of the Rings? Now that I think about it, it's probably the latter. Whatever. Anyways, I think I know a fraction of what Bilbo felt. It's nice to have proper analogies involving butter being scraped over bread to describe how you feel. That piece of bread is asking too much. It doesn't need butter anywhere. Some people don't like butter. I hate butter. That doesn't mean that I hate myself in this situation. Just a comment.
School is such a bitch. Studying for two midterms (that are on the same day), reading a book, doing a book report for said book, and filling out a stupid ass journal that I have to fill with half assed comments are what I have to do. I hates it so much. It just makes me feel exhausted. And that's just the stuff do tomorrow. The stuff do for the rest of the week makes me want to cry. I just want to bang my head against a wall until I don't have to do anything anymore.