| Current mood: |  depressed |
predestination woes
still no job.
right now all i want to do is sit in a corner and cry
alone
for hours.
i thought i'd work on my roman polanski paper, get ahead, but my brain feels like someone has taken a jackhammer to it.
i hate when all i want is sleep.
this is the worst feeling for me ever
no control
no financial stability
no motivation as a result
all equal to grand bouts of depression.
i fucking hate the chemicals in my brain.
i am loving my russian lit course with extreme intensity, but even that does not sound appealing right now.
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