I've been feeling pretty down lately.
I can't pinpoint exactly what the problem is; it could just be PMS. I think it's more that I'm lonely.
I'm sick of everything my roommates do. Sick of their complaining. Sick of complaining about them. Sick of their dirty dishes. Sick of their voices. Sick of them leaving shit in my car.
Actually, I'm sick of my car being dirty. And not remembering it's dirty until there's nothing I can do about it.
I'm sick of Bambi emailing me. It's not that I didn't miss talking to him; it's hard to give up talking to the person who knows you best in the whole world. It's that he has no business telling me he misses me and I'm the one when he doesn't see himself leaving his girlfriend (who hates me and he complains about all the time) anytime in the near future.
I'm sick of thinking about Bambi.
I'm sick of gaining weight and not going to the gym when I know I should.
I'm sick of pretending I'm okay. But I have to pretend because I collapse when I don't.
I'm sick of school.
I'm sick of being bitchy and sick of things.
I just don't know what to do anymore.
Also, my allergies are awful here. Like, awful. I'm on allergy meds 24/7 and my eyes still itch.