My desk is strangely warm.

I don't want to write an essay about Brexit... I want to have fun & play in the sun. Well, it's nighttime. I want to watch the Sopranos then

I have work tomorrow... They can employ my body, but not my heart!

They gave me the day off & I spent it doing nothing. It's not too late to start living, to do meaningful things with my time.

Tired. Slept 3 1/2 hours last night, worked eight hours, finished my 20 page essay. ૮꒰っ˕ -｡꒱ა

Just move your head to the music & move your fingers on the keyboard.

School tomorrow then work the day after. How to stop feeling dread?

Writing & writing & writing today.

Can't decide if I should take a shower or a bath. Right now the sort of bathing that comes most naturally is licking my wounds.

Skipping school today.

School tomorrow.

Work tomorrow.

Feeling uneasy, fearful.

Forever chasing the feeling of when the seals at the aquarium were so cute that I cried.

I felt someone touch my neck at work, but there's no one here.

꒰◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍꒱ Going to bed early tonight. Trying to take care of myself in way of a child. I need to be nice to myself.

In agony.

How does one study geography without wanting to kill themselves?

Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→ Love is in the air, just not the air that I'm breathing. Happy Valentine's.

I cannot be trusted on Wikipedia... I'll open one page & be there with a dozen sprawled open an hour later.