Day two of my unintentional adventures sitting alone in post-secondary campuses and not going where I should actually go.

I just want to go home.

Started work at eight in the morning. Noooooo. Death.

You know, people say the whole “you could be the most attractive person in the world and there would still be people who don’t find you attractive” (or whatever it actually is) a lot, and, to me, nothing epitomizes that more than the fact that I don’t think Ryan Gosling is attractive. 

My personal bubble now spans the length of this hallway. Please respect my boundaries.

My “I should get on transit and go home” motivation is about the same as my “good god I should go to bed it’s like 3 a.m.” motivation.

Every time someone walks into this hallway I look at them like their invading my home because this is my hallway and I’m not sharing. Luckily, none of them have seen me yet.

Currently, I’m sitting alone in an empty hallway on a basically empty campus because I really don’t want to take transit.

At any given moment, I am usually about 99% sure that I’m dying.

The silence of my dead dash is deafening.

It’s times like these that I realize I probably should’ve gone to bed two hours ago.

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There’s always the chance that I’ll be really really sick when I wake up tomorrow and not have to deal with anything, so that’s comforting.

I don’t know, I personally feel that avoiding my emotional problems by blogging and obsessing over fictional characters is really healthy.

"Am I exhausted because I’m actually exhausted or am I just emotionally drained because of life?"

— Me