WOW
I am insane. I am out of my fucking mind.
I spent yesterday in bed. Why? I don't know. I woke up feeling like a monster truck hit me. I didn't understand why, but whatever. The entire day was a shit storm of pain an no amount of cheap over the counter medicine was going to quell said storm. But whatever; it continued until some time this afternoon so I couldn't go to any of my classes. I'm pretty sure I missed a quiz, but hopefully the bastard drops the lowest quiz grades, given he administers so many of them. Also everything I eat tastes like shit, given I go to UAlbany so all of the food tastes like shit. But even my Cap'n Crunch tasted like shit, so I knew something was up. The point is, I haven't eaten a solid meal in two days and I'm depressed. It could be the lack of movement since the only physical activity I've partaken in these past two days has been a painful saunter to the bathroom.
Wait; what does this have to do with my insanity? I don't know. It could be adding to my depression which in turn makes me CRAAAAAAAZY. I'm crazy. Crazy in LOVE! No, I'm not. I'm just plain old crazy. And hungry. I've lost sight of why I started writing this post.
My room mate found the lens to my glasses that I "lost" two months ago. I've had to sit in the front row of all of my classes in order to see anything, which I don't like because I can't do as much sleeping there as opposed to sitting in the back row. I put lost in quotations because apparently they had been sitting out in the open, right aside my book case, the whole time.
I want to die. Again. This is about the 800th time this month that I've wanted to die. 799 of those times were for the same thing, but whatever.
Caaaan
Anybodyyyyyyy
Find meeeee
Somebody tooooo
Erase my mind? Shoot me? Make me a sadnwich? Love?
Fuck that last one. I want a goddamn sandwich. Preferably a cheeseburger. I hate my life.
Update: I'm not crazy nor am I insane. I'm just one of the stupidest people alive. This stupidity is what could have also led me to belive that I was crazy.
I spent yesterday in bed. Why? I don't know. I woke up feeling like a monster truck hit me. I didn't understand why, but whatever. The entire day was a shit storm of pain an no amount of cheap over the counter medicine was going to quell said storm. But whatever; it continued until some time this afternoon so I couldn't go to any of my classes. I'm pretty sure I missed a quiz, but hopefully the bastard drops the lowest quiz grades, given he administers so many of them. Also everything I eat tastes like shit, given I go to UAlbany so all of the food tastes like shit. But even my Cap'n Crunch tasted like shit, so I knew something was up. The point is, I haven't eaten a solid meal in two days and I'm depressed. It could be the lack of movement since the only physical activity I've partaken in these past two days has been a painful saunter to the bathroom.
Wait; what does this have to do with my insanity? I don't know. It could be adding to my depression which in turn makes me CRAAAAAAAZY. I'm crazy. Crazy in LOVE! No, I'm not. I'm just plain old crazy. And hungry. I've lost sight of why I started writing this post.
My room mate found the lens to my glasses that I "lost" two months ago. I've had to sit in the front row of all of my classes in order to see anything, which I don't like because I can't do as much sleeping there as opposed to sitting in the back row. I put lost in quotations because apparently they had been sitting out in the open, right aside my book case, the whole time.
I want to die. Again. This is about the 800th time this month that I've wanted to die. 799 of those times were for the same thing, but whatever.
Caaaan
Anybodyyyyyyy
Find meeeee
Somebody tooooo
Erase my mind? Shoot me? Make me a sadnwich? Love?
Fuck that last one. I want a goddamn sandwich. Preferably a cheeseburger. I hate my life.
Update: I'm not crazy nor am I insane. I'm just one of the stupidest people alive. This stupidity is what could have also led me to belive that I was crazy.
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