Suddenly there is a lot to worry about. There's too much stuff to do. Stress levels, rising. Panic, panic, panic! Can't sleep. Too tired. Too much to do. Not enough time to take care of everything. I just need a to detox without running the risk of catching death. Or, I guess, I could bite the bullet on that one. Are things getting worked out? I can't tell sometimes. I think so. Or, I'd like to think so. I feel like they are. I think things are going well.
It's a matter of perception, though. Do I count as optimistic?
My head is spinning. I need to play some music. Write something? I need to write zombies. I keep thinking about it. Thinking about everything, really. I feel like I'm stressing out over finals, but it's just regular tests. And labs. And whatever else. I don't even know.
Also, what's up with people telling me things and then forgetting and acting like I'm a jackass when I remember? Is that, like, the new thing? It's happened a few times recently and it's getting on my nerves. I guess people are like that, though.
Oh well.
It's a matter of perception, though. Do I count as optimistic?
My head is spinning. I need to play some music. Write something? I need to write zombies. I keep thinking about it. Thinking about everything, really. I feel like I'm stressing out over finals, but it's just regular tests. And labs. And whatever else. I don't even know.
Also, what's up with people telling me things and then forgetting and acting like I'm a jackass when I remember? Is that, like, the new thing? It's happened a few times recently and it's getting on my nerves. I guess people are like that, though.
Oh well.
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