/lit/ - Literature

I feel yucky. I feel yucky icky yucky disgusting and I have felt this way for a few days now. Don't know what's bringing me down, wether it's the fact I haven't gone out for a run for ages, I've been eating more sugar, I've been staring at a computer screen too long, dunno dunno dunno. Friday, essay due. 1550 words. seems simple. Haven't started it.
still have a table to do as well to go with it.
Haven't started it.

I feel like getting high tonight and being away from my overbearing mother. She wants to help, but being an adult and it still feels so suffocating. What's wrong with her?
She's not nurturing, it's just torture. Torture. Reminds me of my French assessment. Also this Friday. Haven't studied.

Problems that I'd rather walk away from, and sit and sigh for a few hours. Get in a car and go to the beach, or the forest, or somewhere that no humans will look at me. But I'm also lonely. I want to be looked at by him. He has red hair and I miss him.