Why am I so tired? I got to bed at 1:301, but today I feel like I haven't slept at all. Why did I just start writing in cursive2? I am way too stressed already... it took until almost April of last year to get this bad. I blame the NHS application as an immediate cause, and the looming spectre of college applications as a long-range cause. But now I'm thinking in terms of Mr. Greenawalt's "long-range causes" and "sparks"... because that's the breaking point, when I get too stressed out, and war erupts in Europe. Gavrilo Princip shoots Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne. Then everyone else gets involved. But I digress.
I'm hungry. I didn't have time to pack a lunch today, so I'll actually have to wait until 5th period to eat. At least I brought a banana--but I don't know if I can hold out until later to eat it. Where was I going with this? I don't remember. Nor do I remember driving to school today. I wonder how I manage to do so without killing anyone. Hmm... lost my train of thought again. What was I saying? I guess I should try to say something meaningful before I stop writing. Unfortunately I don't think I have anything meaningful to say. Today I feel like my life has no meaning. Or reason. Or logic.
- I'm in high school, in the IB program. That's earlier than my usual bedtime.
- The original was handwritten, as a real life journal. I'm transcribing it here for the purposes of sharing my life with the world. Yay!