And the prevailing mood today is...

...shit. The only thing that can bring me out of these moods is dance, and I don't have that for another nine days. I need to read. Or do something. Only I don't have any plans to go out so I'm going to be sitting in my house trying to focus on paperwork and essays and packing and things that are sort of immediately necessary that I definitely don't want to deal with right now.
So. Library run. I hate it when this happens.
Also, I hate writing angsty blog posts because, guess what? They don't make me feel better. They do make me look back at myself and say, "This is stupid. Don't be pathetic, pull yourself out and grow a spine."
My angry music, books, and tearing my room down to put in little boxes. That might do the trick.

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[PS: I just looked. This is my 69th post. "Fuck" is describing things nicely.


Also, turns out I'm going to the library alone. This is an improvement.]