Feeling ground.

It’s 1 AM.

Yup, I’m officially worn down. This is what I do when I’m worn down. I stay up late. I have a much easier time going to bed early when I’m not feeling like crap. Fine, I’m feeling lonely, okay? Whatever, feelings compound themselves. Probably wouldn’t feel lonely if I wasn’t so stressed. Papers, and.. No wait, just the papers. One week left to START a paper, and I’m not even sure on the topic. I don’t know how to do research. I desperately don’t want to fuck this up.

I just realized I haven’t been hugged in a month. And that hug was because I asked Ashley if I could hug her. Before that… I can’t remember. Mein herz brennt?

I told myself to just GOTO bed early and I’d feel better in the morning. I didn’t get to finish my spanish homework because I was just feeling like crap in between classes, and didn’t have the focus or drive to.

I lift in the morning. I do NOT skip lifting. Even if I’m sleep deprived. Because if I don’t have lifting, I have nothing, and then it’s on to Thursday where I get to jab pointy things into a dead cat for DITL.

I don’t know if I can do this.