Excessive

There is something most certainly wrong with my brain; I've not been able to feel much of anything recently. Well, the more I think about it, the longer it seems. I have a difficult time getting excited about things, or just happy, and at the same time I have no issues becoming severely upset about random stupid crap that doesn't matter.

My nose hurts, I spend more time thinking up a title no one reads, and fun with games.

The weekend was tiring... exhausting even. I remember being in a daze, being... just out of it, but running on auto-pilot for the second half of the day. I don't remember what I've written about and what I haven't, so I'll just glaze over certain boring things because I don't particularly feel like reliving them in my head.

The last thing I want to do is get up and go to school tomorrow. I feel so much like shit that the idea of even getting out of bed in the morning is daunting, and it appears that I've got a repeat of last week happening again. I feel ugly, like.. super ugly. Like I don't even like to look in the mirror. I hate my clothes, and I hate that I shaved, but also hated what I looked like before I shaved, I hate being outside in public for so many reasons.

Today is one of the first days that I'm sweating just sitting still.. It's been hot, and it's been hot enough that I'd sweat if I was moving around and cleaning and stuff like that, but I'm just sitting here and it's freakin' hot.

Still doing the same things as I mentioned in my last entry. Spending the day home alone without TV or Internet is extremely difficult and I really feel like I'm going crazy. It's such a relief when Michelle gets home from work and I have company, someone to just feel the presence of, it's very comforting. I hate being alone like this... so isolated.