true story.
i’m 100% totally and completely miserable. i managed to scrape my ass into bed around 2 am this morning, all twitchy and achey and itchy and ohmygodkillitnowkillitnowplease hurty as fuck. i always HATEWITHFIRElove that unfortunate time where i feel nauseous and achey right before my uterus decides to officially explode all over itself and i don’t know if i’m legit sick or just, you know, cursed.
yesterday was a nightmare of epic proportions and i sincerely wish i had never gotten out of bed in the first place. seriously, worst motherfucking idea ever.
my final project for ethics was a complete piece of shit that occupied too fucking much of my time. i didn’t even do it the way i had initially intended and some of that was out of spite for my piece of shit “professor”. i bet i totally killed my A average in that class. fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
double-fuck.
maybe i’ll get points for creativity?
the math exam went about as i thought it would, but i hated starting it so very fucking late. or rather, finishing it so very fucking late.
on a whim, i turned in my last problem set. it will be epically shitty. hopefully my average on homework can take another hit.
i was supposed to sleep as long as possible, but never actually could get to sleep. just hovering in that weird, fuzzy grey area where the pain won’t let you lose consciousness. then i bounced up a full 1/2 hour before my alarm with extreme nausea and ohgodletmediealready.
fucking, yay.
i was the first one at work this morning. it hasn’t sunk in that the semester is officially done, yet. i have a week of freedom now. a week of not being overwhelmed with work and school and eating far too much take-out and living in filthy squalor. i also get to go back to the gym again, which, frankly, my fucking ass needs it.
i hope i can make it, i hope i can survive this.
i feel so completely out of control and shitty.
so so shitty.
also, my kingdom for a motherfucking spork to pull out my god damned uterus.
fuck.
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