my stomach feels weird from the late night lays and twisties. fuck me.
the weekend is ending. it is sunday already. i am bored. my words are boring me. no word vomit for today. i want to soak up the air outside. i am worried for my ucas. i have no universities. i am fucked. i am really worried. i need a vacation. and a university. god save my soul.
bon iver calms me down.
i dont know what i am typing but this method of typing really saves a lot of time eh. its just about me me me me me, lol. and no shit, this is my blog. must be about me and whatever revolving around me. fucking bipolar.
my left wrist is still painful after 3 weeks. i am worried (again). the medicine is not working. my tummy is flopping. i want to do something. i feel like shit. my stomach still feels like shit. i think i need a shit. okay bye.
