So i feel shit. AGRH. I look so gross and feel like a bitch. Why is it so difficult to be a saint? I'm not skinny nor am i tall. You know when you have one of those days where your completely drowned in melancholic symptoms and absolutely nothing can nudge that out of your brain? Well today is the day. Agrhhhh i hate that i think too much. I wish that my mind would just shut down so that i wouldn't be able to feel anything. I want to be up in the clouds and lie there forever not having to worry about useless things. I hate it how looks matter, why can't we have masks? *sigh* I feel sick. sick.