Sick in bed since Friday... the best way to spend the weekend, I know.
Have been feeling kind of down lately, not caring about anything (or anyone) at all, drowning in self-pity, tears, and a burning desire to go home. Right now (yes, I'm that pathetic, 27 days before the end of semester). Or just disappear, go somewhere, leave for a place where no one knows me, hide, and just be. Or exist. At this point- same difference. I'm so tired of talking, of explaining, being patient, determined, of making excuses, of feeling sorry for myself, of being me.
Have been looking at some fashion blogs, and decided I'll do whatever it takes to... to be--do--get what? I don't even know any more.
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think.
You know, I still love you, my darlings.
I will comment when I am myself again, and when my encouraging words come back to me from wherever they are now.