Let's say this in the easiest way possible; Oh shit.

It's 2:30 AM and I have a five page paper due tomorrow debating over whether Pennsylvania is "the best poor man's country."

I haven't wrote a single word.

Oh shit.

I don't feel well anymore. I don't like this feeling anymore. I thought I threw this away with all my other excess baggage. I thought I did. It's not a physical illness, it's a mental/emotional sickness. I'm so sick. Too sick. But it's now psychosomatic. I just keep pulling out my books and trying to diagnose myself. I know the next symptom. ( Read more... )

Punctured bicycle ( Read more... )

Oh no. What's this? A spider web, and it's me in the middle ( Read more... )

School. Half-happy. Half-tired. Half-empty. Half-full. Half-awake. Half-here. Half-there. No glass. Halves. Divided ( Read more... )

I'm quite possibly the most stagnant person ever. Being told I'm wise beyond my years isn't a compliment anymore. Because it has become more than wisdom, it's a fucking lifestyle. I work five days a week. On the two days I have off, I sit alone ( Read more... )

I'm having trouble making ends meet, so I might have to take out a second job. Sounds easy, but it's impossible since I'm maxing out at 20 units ( Read more... )

It's now only apathy.

I know I normally make fun of reality tv shows partly because they're all bullshit and make no sense ( Read more... )

Finals. Bout time. But for some reason, my body is deciding to shut down. I think the heat is really getting to me.

For those who don't know, I have no AC at home. I'm gonna flip. Either way, I feel really sick right now. Not a good time to feel it.

Heat exhaustion, maybe. Or I could have done a wrong shoulder stand.