Listening to: Careful - Paramore
Well don't I feel like a shitheel.
I just want to curl up under my blankets until this is all over.
I hate feeling guilty.
I'm guilty and I'm hungry, and I just want time to pass by quicker but for what end and to what purpose, I don't know yet.
I don't know what I'm waiting for.
I wish I was as prolific a fiction writer as I am a journal entry writer, because it would only take me about a week to finish a novel.