running on fumes
Another week has passed. I don't know how time is moving anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm just a little particle being swept up into the current of the universe, which is pretty much the truth, anyway.
I'm typing this from my bed, among dozens of other tabs on environmental damage and myxobacteria, because I don't feel like working at my desk today. This entire week has been such a drain on my social battery. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just give up and remove myself from everything: organizations, group chats, after school meals perched at the ends of long, noisy tables. I'm not alone at home, either, and home is a tiny apartment with no tiny corners to retreat into. People are fun, but sometimes there's just too many people on too many days.
Not to be writing another whiny post, but I feel like I'm running on fumes. I don't have weekends: they're exams, excursions, or something. One of my professors just announced a test two days before it. Who does that? Is that even allowed? Now I'm cramming, and my brain's still full of other stuff from my last test yesterday and my papers due today, and I don't know what to do. Task paralysis or something.
I just want One (1) day rotting completely alone in bed. Can someone just let me have this...