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I want to break things. I want to smash myself to pieces.

How is it that one well-intentioned comment can shake me up like this? Of course I'm letting it affect me as an excuse for yet more procrastinating - my deadline is Monday and I've still done very little. I don't know what happens if I don't meet the deadline, or if I fail these essays. I don't really want to know. Which means I have to get them done, so I'm going to go to bed now and get some sleep so I can work properly tomorrow.

I applied for a job yesterday. I'm not going to get it, but at least I managed to apply. I need to do more of that, actually, because I've only got three more weeks here. But it can wait until after the essays. *headdesk*

I haven't been reading my flist, guys, sorry. Will catch up in a few days.