I have so many pending college essays and I am not finishing them! Someone please write them for me and maybe food down my esophagus too. God. Watching Friends makes it a bit easier and eating lemon tarts. It kinda reminds me of my past/ex-friendships, how I used to give people so much importance when there place should have been under the trash bin, yes, very much. As if I did not know that they knew that I did not know. I planned to take driving lessons and now I can't with this knee, not for another month or two. The doc said this part is just for the outer ligaments. The inner part will come later. *keeps inserting crying and banging into the door emoji* And I think I need to change my phone number. Why do guys take your being nice and courteous as a sign of trying to be more than that, like chrissakes shove your egoism up your back already. Maybe it comes back at me? Well I have not been that bad of a stalker since lots of years now surprisingly. The depressive phase is almost gone albeit I still feel like eating a lot more than I used to. Stomach ins... no NO. NOT that! Please. Close that chapter and that vortex of overthinking-about-the-unpredictable starts knocking at my door. I'm not reading that much. This philosophy book I intend to read three times more so I can understand it, my thick skull well.
It's going to be alright. Gods, backing me up baby. No worries. I should just forget everything and write. Yes, yes that's what I'm going to do and procrastinate of course.