It's that time of year where I really hate school, or hate the fact that I fell so far behind and I need to catch up in less than a week. I miss my friends. And my birthday is in a week, doesn't feel like it, won't really matter anyway.
It's like a symbol of all the extremes of absence some people have to indulge in, because it's the only way they can cope with how fucking sad modern life is--to withdraw completely.