fucked.

This day needs to end.
END END END.
I have to write the fucking essay.
No I don't.
Yeah...I do.
No..I don't have to!
Why not?!
Cause I can just...not go tomorrow.
NO.
I have to go.
uhh...NO I don't.
Ok so I can spend that hour and ten minutes sitting in the cafe doing math homework. If I DO go...I will have to finish the math homework ON TOP of this fucking essay...TONIGHT!
I can't take that.
Too tired.

Lets say I decide to NOT go.
Meaning...no essay tonight and especially no math!
What will I do instead? Sleep??? Oh I wish.
Nope, I'll stay up like always and still be tired in the morning.
Fuck.
I can't sleep with the feeling like I have not done anything I needed to.
I ate too much again. I can't sleep while thinking or feeling like that!
10:27! What a fucker. At least I have a draft...I can do this.
Tomorrow will be the same. Will have from like four to eleven to do hw...but will put it off.
I'm great at putting things like that off.
I want the weekend.
I want my six week winter break.
I want this all to die.
I want to stop acting stupid and do what I need to.
I guess I am asking for too much.
fuccckkkkkk