We’re all just flying blind

I can hear the man upstairs, he’s crying out, “Fall on you knees, the end is near.” We both may need a saviour, tonight I fear that mine is the one that I left waiting far from here.

I am not feeling particularly well, I got up because I need to start doing work for my Research Methods and ended up doing everything but: I searched tabs for a new song I want to learn, emailed a lady about a psych experiment, emailed my dad, downloaded some new music, cried with Charlie on my lap for a while and then got an email back from my dad asking if everything was okay and if I needed any money. I guess for now, I’m okay but it was still nice to hear the sentiment. Somewhat hypocritical because he gave me a “talk” about how he was upset and disappointed that I had to ask my mum to buy me a cell phone when $150 isn’t a lot of money and I should technically have that much to spend. I’m not going to ask him for money because I’m sure that it’ll just end in more trouble than it’s worth but it was still nice of him to ask.

I don’t know why I’m so depressed, it’s probably the fact that my insides are spewing from my “coochie coo coo” as Christian would put it. Chad, Manny, Lauren, Spencer and I are supposed to be going to Molly’s tonight and I’m not sure if I want to. I should be showering right now, but I’m not sure that I actually want to. I should be getting ready for work now, but I’m not sure that I’m going to go. I mean, I do need to, but I just want to start doing my project for Research and ignore everyone.

I hate being forced to function. Fuck you real life! You win this time.