I'm miserable and tired. No matter how much I sleep I'm still so tired I feel so cold even though I'm dressed all warm. I must be sick. Too bad I have no time to be sick and I have a terrible headache from snoozing my alarm too many times. I hate my life and the fact that I can't pull myself together.
[edit 20 min later] Ignore this. Please ignore this it's just excuses excuses excuses. I'm so weak. I'm exhausted from carrying a tray up to my room for three minutes. My slippers don't fit right because of the wraps on my ankles which still hurt and I wish the world would go away instead of poking me with a stick until I decide to do what I need to.