All I do these days is like:
- Cry constantly for no real reason.
- Be a moody arsehole, also for no real reason.
- Play Animal Crossing.
- Internally panic about all the university work I’m not doing.
- Internally panic about the future.
- Scroll mindlessly through tumblr.
- Feel bad for not reading.
- Feel bad for writing shit that no-one apart from me will ever care about.
It’s… not good.