halo halo halo

Tired. Strangely anxious. Eyeing up the V Pocket Rocket I scored from a promo girl on the walk from Shaun's to med library and trying to calm myself down. The two holes in the arm of my cardigan are making me feel better, funnily enough. I'm uh, not studying as much as I should be. Ruh roh.

I just feel like I haven't vented in ages. And i don't know whether it's stress of not, but I'm not vocalizing things. And I'm being really honest. Which probably isn't a bad thing but I don't internalize what I usually internalize, and vice versa.

I hang with the micro kids, I hang with Shaun. Pretty much. And I do feel guilty for not spending time with my flatmates but I don't think I should.

This cheers me up. Go on, give it a listen.