I've spent most of today moping around, not getting anything done, and now I'm extremely far behind. I have to use all of tomorrow to get the mass amount of homework I have to do and do well on a test on a book I didn't even read. My room's a mess. I miss my mom (both of them.) It feels like I've been awake for 10 days straight. I just want to be back in Baltimore or at a house show in Philly with people I love being around. Instead, I've got another year of stressing more than I've ever stressed before. I could think of so many things to complain about, but I won't.

I just have really bad luck. I need to stop trying so hard. This time, for my own sake.