Yesterday started off as one of those Needs-To-Die-In-a-Fire Days: I got back from my friend Kat's room (she let me sleep over because I wasn't exactly in the best of shape and I needed someone in the room) to find my roommate who I hadn't seen all weekend freaking out and crying.

Things sort of got progressively worse. Left Soc--not actually sure why, just knew I needed to leave Soc and get out of there because things felt off-kilter and helter skelter and not good. Global Politics was worse. I have no idea what happened in that class, quite honestly. All I know is I got a hug from Ginger Beard at the end of it and then I'm crying on him and I don't know why.

Philosophy was acceptable. I sort of have to take notes, so I was at least a little engaged, so that helps. Things got incrementally better after that: hung out with friends, did three assignments (hello productivity, where have you been?), talked. I think as long as I keep busy, I'm ok.

Then I tried to sleep and burst into tears so I went to go to Alex because he said if I ever felt the 3am type of crazy, his door is always open. We talked about the Fin thing and creepy fanfiction and a little bit of politics and it was nice. He walked me back to my room and made sure I got into bed and that I was ok and I am really, really thankful that he's a friend.

Really, I'm just thankful for my friends.