Sean's Journal of Lifey-Ness

Guess who is stressing too much?

This guy.

I have been trying to write essays for the past few days but it seems every time I start writing it looks like I am not getting anything really done.

I have a final essay due tomorrow that I've barely got halfway done, if that.

I'm feeling the loneliest I've ever felt.

I feel like throwing up.

I had just a horrible slew of nightmares last night, which seriously fucked with my head this morning.

I'm not happy with how out of shape I am.

I'm not happy with my new hairdo.

I'm not happy that I have no one to talk to if they're not online.

I'm not happy that things are the way they are.

I'm not happy.

I'm trying to fix the things I'm not happy about and I'm stressing about.

But yeah.

Whatever.

It doesn't really matter. I suppose I'll just have to fix it or get over it.

I'm tired.