2:01 pm

stress. is. not. cool.

and if my room is any indication of the state of my mind then that means that i've dirty cups, a floor littered with borrowed items of clothing and random shoes acting as trip traps, and a very cramped closet in my brain, all iced off with just the finest layer of dust and the desperation of summer itch.

but really, this morning i was nearly buried alive in my closet by a landslide of very large heavy items in the dark.