This week had its ups and downs. And I know I’m being unfair to myself, but right now all I could feel, all I could think of and remember, are my failures.
I managed to fuck up my schooling yet again by being late this Wednesday (which I kind of did on purpose. I intended not to attend at all but changed my mind at the very last minute. Bam. Forty Minutes late.) then today, Thursday, I woke up late so I missed school yet again.
I’m also not yet done with my written reports due last week. And I still had the audacity to prioritize writing this post.
The times I spent staring off into nothingness couldn’t be counted by hand. I bet the number’s higher than the number of hair on my head.
And speaking of hair. Every strand seemed eager to get far away from me as possible. I think I have never seen the floor clean this week because my hair was everywhere.
And then there’s my coping method which included cutting, downing pills, and now, drinking alcohol.
Yep. Okay. I’m just going to go out for a while to buy gin. And then I’d drink myself to sleep.
Not that I hate my life right now, I’ve been in situations worse than this; but holy crowd, I wish I don’t wake up tomorrow.