Ugh, fantastic. Now I feel sick to my stomach again.
And I’m fucking pissed. And upset. And frustrated. Just down-right irritated.
I’m probably being childish, but it still fucking pisses me of. 
Not to mention I’m fucking moody as shit and I’m physically exhausted.
Though, once again, it feels like it doesn’t matter. Probably doesn’t… 
I hate feeling like this, and when I try to isolate myself from it, I can’t for some reason. I should probably go sew or something, but I’ll no doubt be dwelling on it for a while.
Fuck it. . ________ . 

Just gonna go curl up somewhere until is blows over, I guess.
I think I might go on hiatus from everything for a couple weeks. Absolutely everything is getting to me. 

9 years ago on 12 May 2012