So I’ve developed this new habit where I will be sitting straight up in class, taking notes, paying attention, and then suddenly I’m just sleeping.

Head pointed straight at teacher, sitting straight up, arms crossed sometimes, sometimes still holding a pen, eyes closed, dead asleep.

I’m really sleeping. It’s so strange. Then I feel myself leaning, almost falling out of my chair, and I wake up. I question if I was really asleep. It’s just so odd. I don’t remember closing my eyes, or even really being tired. 
I think I’m dying, I really do.

Sometimes the dread I feel on Thursday eve (Wednesday night) for Thursday is just irrational. The way I feel about Thursdays in general is irrational.

I’m so unproductive.

I’m going to fix that. Right now. 

That’s awesome! :) I enjoy it greatly.

100460:

the only way i can describe how i feel lately is “abandoned glass of water that has been sitting on a nightstand for well over two weeks”

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linamuunchy:

Thursday
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

And if I loved you Wednesday,
   Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday—
   So much is true.

And why you come complaining
   Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what
   Is that to me?

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