late nights, bright lights

Damn this apparent ADD.

I've been sitting here with my Soc. books since I got home at three thirty and I can't fucking concentrate. I'm going to have a fucking breakdown in the exam tomorrow, I just know it.

And don't get me started on Thursday's exam.

Exams don't normally bug me at all, so why am I freaking now?

Warning! Warning!
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!

Don't blame me if it scars you for life.

My family is fucked up at the moment. I say screw 'em. And I'll keep saying that until I need money for university. Heh heh.

My shoulder has been hurting a lot more than normal. I think my shoulder is magically connected to both my stress levels and my sleeping patterns. The less I sleep and the more stress I encounter [which, I'll have you know, are connected], the sore...er my shoulder gets.

*le sigh* Damn life getting in the way of happy fantasy land where there is a river of yummy gumdrops and boys don't wear clothes.

( Don't read if you're easily offened or going to start something with me )