I've had a hell of a day. Miserable. Did some painting. Meant to start working on my new dress but somehow I couldn't. Table's all set up and ready for me to start cutting and pinning and basting but somehow I just can't get myself in order.
I have to get up early tomorrow and get stuff done. I hope I actually get it done. I've been a mess these past few days, but somehow when other people point that out I want to punch them. I think it's because they act like they've never had a single problem in their entire lives and it's just me being a failure for struggling. I hate them. We all have problems, own it, you bloody cowards!
People make me sick. Maybe once I sleep I'll feel better. Maybe once this semester is over I'll feel better. 37 days until I get to be with my family.
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