on the tip (always)

I can’t write anything here because what is there to write? All I do is write for school. Only a few more weeks before the semester is over. I am anxious. I want to excel. There is so much to complete. I feel unwell thinking about it all. I hate all my photos. I hate everything I’ve done so far. I don’t know anything anymore.

Yuula said it best. It’s exactly how I’ve been feeling  –  “my mood alternates between psychotic moments of ‘enlightenment’ and MURDEROUS RAGE.”