Cry me a fucking river.
written: 9:57 p.m. on Tuesday, Nov. 03, 2009

Feel like my life is ending and it's probably true. Feel like everything is spiralling out of control. Feel like nothing's capable of making me happy. Feel like I've done nothing I set out to accomplish.

Feel like I'm failing at life, basically.

And these exams? Feel no motivation to study because I still don't care.

Feel lost, confused, bewildered.

Feel like we won't have time for each other anymore.

This is not a good day. It hasn't been a good day. Feel annoyed and aimless and pointless; feel like I'm slowly losing grip on my own life.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING.

And now I have to do an assignment for which I care 0%, one that's already late to boot, but I didn't even care enough to submit today because that's how little I care.

At times like now, I just want you to hold me. But you're not here. Not even virtually.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010