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tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-05-17 11:14 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2010-05-17 11:14 pm
FML
Well the past twenty-four hours have been shit on a fucking platter.
Being dumb enough to play therapist/drama-defuser/shoulder-to-cry-on when I have my own depression to stave off? Check.
Being dumb enough to do this until five in the goddamn morning when I had a final exam at eight-thirty? Check.
Screwing up my time management on the exam due to sleep deprivation, spending way too much time on one section, and having to rush through the important parts? Check.
Having to fucking justify why I cut someone out of my life years ago, and discovering... well, not really sexual assault triggers, but lingering feelings of oodginess I didn't know I still had? Check.
Drama breaking out anyway despite five-in-the-morning efforts to calm things down? Check.
Discovering that I now have less than a week to do my final network-programming project, instead of two? Fucking check.
I'm done, man. I'm throwing in the towel. Today does not exist; it is not a Monday, it is an Unday. Today can get itself fucked by a chainsaw, eat shit, and go die in a fire. I don't care how little progress I've made on that project, I am just going straight to fucking bed so that when I wake up it will no longer be today. And so that, oh, yeah, I'll have some goddamn sleep for my next final exam tomorrow.
Being dumb enough to play therapist/drama-defuser/shoulder-to-cry-on when I have my own depression to stave off? Check.
Being dumb enough to do this until five in the goddamn morning when I had a final exam at eight-thirty? Check.
Screwing up my time management on the exam due to sleep deprivation, spending way too much time on one section, and having to rush through the important parts? Check.
Having to fucking justify why I cut someone out of my life years ago, and discovering... well, not really sexual assault triggers, but lingering feelings of oodginess I didn't know I still had? Check.
Drama breaking out anyway despite five-in-the-morning efforts to calm things down? Check.
Discovering that I now have less than a week to do my final network-programming project, instead of two? Fucking check.
I'm done, man. I'm throwing in the towel. Today does not exist; it is not a Monday, it is an Unday. Today can get itself fucked by a chainsaw, eat shit, and go die in a fire. I don't care how little progress I've made on that project, I am just going straight to fucking bed so that when I wake up it will no longer be today. And so that, oh, yeah, I'll have some goddamn sleep for my next final exam tomorrow.