Getting into dangerous territory. It’s 2:43 in the afternoon. I’m going to bed, for lack of anything else to do, and for lack of any hope of anything else happening. I can’t face life for the rest of today. Thus, I will bury my face in a pillow. I am losing my cool and my health. I’ll have white hair by the time next year rolls around.
I miss my friends. I miss being a student. I miss not feeling like I’m in a pressure cooker all the time.