it’s 12:17 and I still have to read 50 pages of a book. My room looks like a hurricane went through it and it is all thrown on my bed. I didn’t write the short story I was supposed to write and didn’t do my online course homework. I have a photography powerpoint due friday and a minor essay due tuesday and a major seminar due thursday. the red squiggles under my non-capitalized days are pissing me off and I just really want to sleep. but here I am, ranting.
Can’t I just crawl into a corner instead and photograph my miserable life instead of having to live it?
^I’m so tired that makes sense to me
