I am tired as hell.

It's been a while since I pulled an all-nighter. No, my 30min-ish nap don't count. I was stupid for falling asleep. But that thick blanket on the couch looked so freakin' inviting for my cold hands, feet, and nose.

So, some news for now. I finished one paragraph for my Genetics paper. With some...motivation. Forced motivation. Let's not get into detail on that one. And right now I'm making some chicken puffs! I'll take some pictures the second they pop out of the oven :D! But it tasted yummy...the filling anyways. Or maybe I'm hungry. Really hungry...'cause I kinda am. Just sayin'.

-5 hours later-

I take that back. I'm not in the mood anymore. What am I in the mood for? Crawling up in bed and crying myself to sleep. If I'm even lucky enough to get to sleep. I want to do nothing more than just sitting here, staring at my screen, and just letting go. Sounds easy, huh?

Well, it's not.

Since last Sunday, there were times I've wanted to just sit in a quiet place and think to myself. Dwell on random depressing shit and move on, maybe. The one time I decide to cry to myself? While I was in the car with my dad this morning. I don't know if he saw. Part of me wishes he did while the other part of me doesn't. If he saw and questioned, he might still give a shit about me. If not, then oh wells.

I'm going to try to finish this Genetics paper now.

I realized it was only just a dream.

Now they're gone and you're wishing

You could give them everything.