My entire body aches. My skin feels raw, like the slightest human touch would make me cringe. Yet perhaps it is human touch I am craving. Why are there not more hours in the day? I am not ready for what the next two days hold, let alone what the next two weeks has in store. I've come to terms with the fact that the purple bags under my eyes will probably never disappear. My muscles are so twitchy. So twitchy. I hate this. Don't ask me whats wrong, I'm not entirely sure. I think it has to do with being a girl. Oh how I detest that excuse. Yet it holds so much validity. I think I shall try to sleep now. That usually helps. Usually. Its more palliative. Sleep helps alleviate the symptoms. The root problem remains. And tomorrow I shall rise once again to fight the cancer that ails every college student: homework.
Just a Rescue Ninja and her muggle version of a pensieve.