The Shadow Forecast Update.
Keeping my head low now, plowing through this semester.
Classes going Vary slow (not a good thing), and work is driving me insane, not to mention I decided to get a second job. Looks like I'm making more money; but getting no time to spend any of it.
This last week has been exceptionally bad,
Losing sleep and getting a sore throat, only made my 3 papers, and exam all the more debilitating. Just 2 exams this week, then Bliss. A week off with nothing to do, I?ll probably clean and go to the damn beach for once.
I?ve come to realize my apartment reflects my emotional stability.
If life treating my good, its clean, everything is in its place, and I enjoy relaxing.
But when I'm banging my head ageist the wall, meeting dead lines, and crying on the phone every night. My room turns into a crime scene.
(I?ve started chalking my body to the floor, not sure on how big to make the blood splatter, any impute would appreciated)

I feel like I'm neck height in shit.
Yea it smells bad, but its warm and comfy I'm too tired to pull myself out.
?O the Angst?