Journal of Bullshit

Day Five: Fucki n g Nnnnnngh

Bluuuueeeech. Uuuugh. I want to murder my brain because it's makin' me do a stuuuupiiiid. I feel like a discombobulated Roxy who's a little bit drunk off her ass and feeling bad about herself. Hell, I feel like that all the time, but right now it's especially bad. Semester tests are this week and I want to care about them, but I just can't. No, YOU LISTEN UP ANTONIO! I don't give a damn on how much your local newspaper is paying you! Nor do I care about your gas mileage, Marsha, or how much Jane makes from selling frozen yogurt! I don't even eat frozen yogurt! Since when did I need to know if these two triangles are similar? I want to be an artist, not an architect!
    If you can't tell, working on study guides is fucking with my head. Especially the math. Fucking hate math. In other news, I've been trying to help out with some friend drama, but it thankfully ended peacefully. Mitch was always better with people online than I've ever been. And also: I know it seems boring when there's nothing in my works aside from the journal, but trust me, I am working on fanfics and have been going through a writer's block. I have an Undertale one-shot that I'm currently working on, an original story that will be a fairly big project (currently on a sort of hold due to writer's block), and I'm hoping to start some Homestuck fanfic soon, or experiment with UnderStuck. Just be patient with me for now!
    I'm tired as shit too, and have a weird craving to play HuniePop. I don't even own the game, I just use my file on Mitch's copy. Hold me, Celeste; seduce me with your space facts!

I need sleep. Or a therapist. Or both.