I’m sitting on my bed, laptop on my knees, and listening to music from my desktop. Desperately I want to cry, or prove my depression to myself. Perhaps I just want to get rid of all the negativity that’s accumulating inside. Please say you’ve loved me all along. Why must I be needy right now, of all times?
Tomorrow I have my Japanese midterm, but I’m honestly just hoping I know the material well enough that I don’t have to exert myself tonight and just sleep slightly earlier than usual. Monday really is my busiest nonstop day. Tuesdays, even though I only have one class, are no shorter. There’s just too much going on every single day. I’m glad for this upcoming three-day weekend in which I won’t have to suffer through my normal hectic Monday. [:
Complaints of violins become my only friends.
Why is it that I can make others laugh so easily, and yet the thoughts I have within are all depressing and only serve to make me miserable?
Life isn’t worth living.