I have a Soc assignment to write, and Crim assignments to do and I have to read the first two acts of Twelfth Night and formulate some sort of response based around love. I have to start writing an explication of a Mary Wroth sonnet that's due in a month. I have to do reading for Global Politics and work on a group presentation in that class that's happening later this week, and I need to do my essay proposal. I've probably got things to do for Philosophy that I'm forgetting about. All I can manage to do is stare at my wall and my ceiling and watch the clock. I'm sick of being and sick of living and working and I forget why I'm doing it and I am so, so tired of myself. I just want to not have to deal. I want to leave and go away where no one knows me and I don't have to worry about work and assignments and drama and breakdowns and infants and toddlers and family and punching concrete and whether or not I'm crazy or just really pathetic and whether or not I'm driving friends away by being too much too much too much even though I feel like I'm dismantling my support system one by one.
I am so fucking tired. Just let me sleep.
On the plus side, my wing is planning nefarious acts.
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