Alright, shit. Here's me blogging again. I just need to talk to someone and I can't deal with calling my mother and I can't talk to any of my friends. If I have any. I can't be sure. I've got this scab on my cheek. Or I did. And I was really going to let it heal, until I didn't. I just picked it off and I know that was idiotic, but I can't help it. And I have a horrible headache, probably because I couldn't take my meds today because I was busy all day and I didn't have any left in the bottle. I'll have to try and get more tomorrow. And now I don't want to go up to the room and have to deal with talking to my roommate. We've been doing so well at completely avoiding each other. I wouldn't want to mess that up. So now I'm headaching and this open thing on my cheek is stinging. Ugh. Seriously. What the fuck am I doing? I left my USB drive in a computer. I hope. Because otherwise it could be gone forever. And that's all the data I have right now. My corrected french essay, my computer science program. I did so much work on that. And my PTSD essay outline. And my fucking eye is twitching. I am so fucking pissed off. I can't deal with this shit. I just can't. I need to get all dressed up for this dance tomorrow. And I should be excited and I wish that I could be excited, but I just want to get stoned. Maybe I'll actually do that, finally. I've been not doing that at all, I don't really know why. It should help with the headache, maybe. Or maybe I'll just get into bed with caramel popcorn and pick at all of the various parts of my body. That would help. I think.