i can't sleep.

my eyes hurt. i'm exhausted. i'm broken. woe is me, goth goth.

i should be sleeping, or studying at the very least. i can count the number of times i've been this broken on one hand. why is this affecting me so much?

my brain is the size of a walnut, and my attention span, smaller.

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there is something wonderfully comforting about a wolf's hug. i bet this'd make a great picture.