I apologise in advance for being somber, but I really need to say something.
I've never really used this as a journal, but I really need to right now.
This has been one of the rubbishyest-est weekends in ages.
(My non-standard grammar is intentional to shock you into comprehending the extremity of my emotion)
I'm dehydrated from the leaking and I'm exhausted from the fighting.
I feel sick and weak.
And the worst part is, I can't even remember what day it is tommorow.
It's terrifying to know that mundane is my escape.
I'm craving busyness, just to take my mind away.
So, maybe I want sympathy, but I don't know why. I need more than that.
I need some cucumbers for the puffiness.
If only I were a woodland creature; I'd be hibernating right now.
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