…on purpose this time. I’ve started again…gone from 300 words short of the word limit to 359 words total.

This makes me want to curl up in a ball, cry and sleep for the next 40 years (at least…preferably for the rest of my life). I was initially just going to finish the essay and hand in what I had - at least I would have had something to hand in, right? - but I was reading it through and, although I hate my teacher, I do actually want to pass and graduate and I felt that handing in a steaming pile of dog crap would have got me a better grade than the steaming pile of dog crap that I had actually written.

In the words of Paget Brewster, MOTHERBALLS!! I am actually losing the will to live (and not for the first time this week). It feels like I’ve spent the last two weeks drowning and screaming at the top of my lungs for someone to come help me but no one has….it’s like no one can hear. It hasn’t helped that one of my best friends, the one who usually does hear me scream, has been in Germany on a work trip. 

It’s gonna be a long day…