January 31st could not get here fast enough. It feels like the planet slowed to a standstill and I’m going crazy. The last week has been half a year.
There’s literally nothing at all that I feel motivated to do. I’m too bored to sleep. I’ve gotten the urge and thought to cut myself out of sheer boredom more times in the last five or six days than I can count. I’m glad nothing particularly bad has happened so far or my arm would be torn open by now.
Maybe it’s the fact that I spend most of my time holed up in my room, but it honestly beats just about everywhere else nine times out of ten. Even if it does make me miserable.
Four more days to go. Shoot me.