It’s been five hours since the show, and I still don’t know if the pit in my stomach is from the glory that was The Glass Menagerie, or the fact I’m in denial/200% done with life.
I could try to put it into words, but, then again it’s 3AM. Hopefully my crazed, psychotic angst will be gone when I wake up.
Someone in my online class used the phrase “pretty legit” in their response for our homework assignment.
PRETTY LEGIT.
Days like this make me so angry at the world. Why is it that the thing humans are best at is hurting each other?
I’m watching SNL and my uncle is in the kitchen just rummaging through all the cupboards. What is happening.
Wut.
Go to bed.
Stahp it.
Officially registered for Women in American History, Politics in Film, The Short Story, and Introduction to Philosophy. I wanted to take more but my parentals intervened, reminding me I’m still sick (pfffft).
Here’s to hoping that I don’t hate myself when May rolls around.
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, I AM GOING TO BE A FUCKING CHAMP THIS YEAR, DOESN’T MATTER HOW SICK I AM, I AM GOING TO BE FUCKING AWESOME.
I hope this feeling lasts longer than an hour.
Shitfuckshitfuck.
My short term memory is going out the window again, and my hands are getting clumsy as shit.
