Don't look at me.

Spent most of the day behind my dark sunglasses, trying to hide the dark circles and the reminants of the last two nights. Today, my head is pounding, my body aches and I am the home to many bruises left upon me by the fists of love. Or something like that.

I trudged into bio, being late and far from fabulous, collected up my test and walked out. That test was all I needed as proof to my failures. In life. No matter what I do, I just don't get it. I'm angry with everybody. At any moment, I could snap.

I talk too much about myself, I know.