ill

So the last few days I have been really freaking sick. I have felt like a walking blob of snot, I have cried out in anger and pain and I have slept through most lectures. I have worked every morning from 7am, then gone to uni, then back to work until 6. I have tried to fill up every inch of my days with distractions; with work, with writing, with photography, with illness...but they aren't enough. I am still over thinking complicated situations in the little pockets of time left over.

Where this leaves me is fatigued and moody as all hell. Not even my dog will sleep on my bed anymore because I'm so grumpy...(well..it's either that, or the pile of clothes on my floor that she usually uses to hoist herself up has gone)

It's self indulgent and dramatic and I will get over it, but everything is happening in slow motion. I want to be in London NOW! Rah! That's what's pulling me out of bed, the thought of studying in another country. With other people.

Anywho. There's that. Next time I will hit you guys up with some positivity. Promise. For now though, I will continue to listen to Coldplay on the floor naked, catch my tears and perform voodoo witchcraft.

Adieu.