We walked the earth in solitude, so cold we need the warmth of sun

[klena]

I have 11 hours before I have to go to my English seminar where we have to talk about Mrs. Dalloway. Have I even read a line of it? Have I fuck.

And I don't really care.

Emma was all concerned tonight because I wasn't talking like myself and I know I wasn't. I don't....I'll never say it aloud to anyone and I don't even want to say it now but I think I need to to get over this. I feel like a cock-up - like a mistake that never does anything but hurt. Like nothing but a guilty, tangled mess who just burdens people. And that's what I think. But I'm hoping it's just down to an insane 6 weeks with sleep deprivation, personal issues and stress like fuck and that Reading Week next week will help me unwind. Oh God, please....

I feel like a chest - a casket of secrets sometimes. Things I can never breathe aloud. Have you ever felt like that?

I am being an Emo Bitch.

I'll do my best to stop. Hopefully artwork turning up towards the weekend?

There is also a SEKKRIT PILLOW FIGHT CLUB happening in a Square near the uni on Friday. I am -so- going to that.