That I need to have four stories written in three hours?
That I can't afford to wake up sick?
That I have class tonight?
That I CANNOT be sad on Wednesdays?
who said that... 'the heart has reasons that reason cannot understand' ?
Today I am living proof.
I don't have time to myself. I read and did homework for four hours last night and didn't even get everything finished.
Tomorrow is my roommate's birthday.
And I'm sitting in my office with the door closed and crying and feeling a fever coming on. And Saturday is the one-year anniversary of my grandpa dying.
My prayer: "Jesus, help me."
It's all I have.
Back to crying. ciao.