Bullshit.

I’ve been looking through this blog, and I’ve begun to realize just how much people appreciate my writing. I mean, it’s obviously a heck of a lot more than I do.

Sometimes, I just don’t think it’s going to help, but I always feel better afterward.

The last few days have been rough. The lines are being blurred quite a bit. My mother’s upset with academic issues, which means she went on a rampage and is now trying to make me quit my job.

In the meantime, the urges to cut have been looming over my head for days. It haunts me in my dreams. Literally.

On top of everything else, I’ve developed a severe nervous eye twitch, and my iTunes library is a mess.

I wish I had time for the things I really gave a shit about.