I was wide awake until I started writing this paper.
Writing puts me to sleep faster than overdosing on nyquil.
I am relatively calm for someone who should be in full on panic mode.
Still avoiding my final paper.
Stay tuned for late night ugly sobbing and hysterics.
One exam down, one tonight, two to go.
Sleeping instead of doing what I need to do today.
I guess I’ll just have a mental breakdown tonight.
Single guys are no longer invited to the parties I’m invited to.
I’m too old.
Everyone is married.
But all I want for Christmas is a boyfriend. Or… really just someone who will buy me things and also cuddle.