I want to jump into a pile of bricks so I can break my legs and quite possibly quit school for the rest of eternity. Maybe I'll contract a rare disease so I can suffer and live off of welfare checks for the rest of my life instead of going to college. Anything, please god.
Okay, so I'm not actually that desperate. I just feel like shit right at this moment. I'm tired and I'm hungry and I have a headache and I'm just pissed. My boss doesn't even care about most of us, including me, and my project was stupid and undeveloped and I proposed it to a staff member and we pretty much revised the whole thing and I feel like an idiot for even trying. I just want to sleep and have Saturday come and go. I want to write my papers and do any homework that doesn't involve reading at all.
I wish I still liked to read. Nowadays I just get upset and triggered by any book I read. Oh, a book on children with strange powers? I guess I better get sad because hey, I'm not used to emotionally charged situations. Great! Let's have a panic attack over virtually nothing and abandon all our activities to calm down for no apparent reason!
Good lord.