The Cannon

I dunno. Lately...lately? What the fuck?

I'm tired of talking about what I want/am going/need to do. I'm tired of thinking about what happens from now on.

Also. There's been this abrasive ringing in my ears for five days now. It's kind of like a pressure/earache thing that is not only annoying but kind of painful. One problem goes away, and another arises right? Sigh. Again..putting off the doctor.

I'm done my exam (note; singular). It feels good, in this sort of bitter-sweet way.

I'm pretty much all packed up now, and Tainchay's stuff is still inhabiting my room. Maybe I'm starting my menstral cycle or maybe I'm just at my wits end, but looking at her stuff cluttering my room makes me physically ill. It's like, if my stuff can't be in the room then neither can hers.

This is the sort of time where you need that big fucking remote for life. You know everything is going to be fine, but it's the point where everything seems so foggy and hopeless.