late nights, bright lights

Jeez.

I don't even know what to say.

One of those days. Was going so well for so long, until *poof*

Wne tot Stratford specifically to see William Hutt. Did I see him? No. I saw his understudy. Four cell phones went off, we had obstructed view seating and three people in front of me fell asleep.

People around me [you may or may not know who you are] are going through some real hard shit right now, and I can't do a single thing about any of it.

I'm falling so far behind in school, and have all of zero of a social life.

My oh-so-positive outlook for Nano is growing more and more bleak. I just don't even want to bother, which upsets me because I was so excited.

I am developing an alarming crush on a guy who doesn't know that I even have feelings, let alone any for him, and it's not lie I can do a single thing about it anyways.

I want to feel sorry for myself, but I don't have the energy. Fuck you Owen Meany.