angst
There hasn’t been very much angst here in a while. How ‘bout some now, eh?
My wrist fscking hurts. I shouldn’t really be typing. I just took some of the wrap off, and also took some of my skin off in the process. Why can’t this ever be fixed? Did I seriously do something to deserve this?
Not to mention classes. Stupid damn classes. I love USC, but I hate doing work that isn’t going to matter in two weeks anyway. I have no desire to work at this point. My to-do list stares at me, taunting me. I just want to sleep. Which brings me to my third set of angst…
Sleep. I must have slept 16 hours yesterday, but it doesn’t matter. I can never get enough. It eats at me, constantly. I could go to sleep now, despite it only being 10p and having slept in for quite some time this morning. I’m physically tired for some reason.
To wrap it all up, the timestamp of this journal seems to be broken.
Meh! I’m so frustrated with life right now. Little seems to be going right. Not only am I physically tired, I’m emotionally tired. I’m too busy being the ‘nice guy,’ who lets things like this bounce right off. Well, that’s not really how it is. I have feelings too (just like the ones everybody else likes to complain to me about). I feel like my ‘friends’ don’t know that, and that they don’t care.
Whatever. #