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And I really don't want to yell about to the world, But it's eating me up inside in ways I'm not okay with. Make me talk. I feel sick. I feel like crying. I feel like a horrible person. This week probably isn't for me. I'm really really really hoping it gets better. I mean, when everything's so horrible for so long, karma says that a lot of really good things will come after? So I'm hoping. No. Not hoping. Praying for better things. Praying for smiles and long walks and hugs and music. But until then: Coffee and painkillers and candles and acoustic guitars and the occasional phone call and blankets and pillows and v-neck tees. Yes. Oh, and U.S. History midterm tomorrow? That's funny. I'm pretty sure I know more about Chinese history than American history. Tears bring release, but not a whole lot else. Eww. Although there's nothing fun about research papers, I thoroughly enjoyed reading Brave New World. There's a lot of terrifying truths in there. I hope to be gone by then. These coma naps should probably stop... I'm having dreams that are far too strange. Alright, I wouldn't hate another snowday... I'm just so dang lazy. Feeling hated. Cool beans. It's really hard to talk about things that bother you unless someone brings it up first. So thank you. Thank you so much, dear. |
