it's rough, man.

       You don't know how done I am with these lingering essays and presentations. I want them to die, they're due tomorrow and Wednesday. I don't want to touch them. I don't want to try. I don't want to see people anymore. I don't want to have to wear pants anymore. I don't want to write about steroids in sports. I don't want to feel panicked anymore. I want to curl up in blankets at Clare's house and sleep forever. I want this week to be over, and it's only Monday night. I don't want to talk to people. I don't want to say anything. I don't want to move. I don't want to write educational things. I don't want to do my homework or take my finals. I have never wanted to not do something more in my life then these papers and presentation. Something seems wrong with me. Maybe I just need a good cry. Crying normally helps me. Or maybe I just need a shower... I don't know.