I'm slowly becoming domesticated. I baked today. Me. Baked. Thats an explosion waiting to happen. Maybe someday I'll make dinner for my parents. I think I'll write my will first.

The history project that was due today lies before me unfinished. I have no desire to work on it. I think about getting it done so I can hand it in tomorrow, and I feel the exhaustion pouring over my body. It weighs me down like a lead life jacket in the ocean. I'm slowly killing myself through procrastination.

I feel drained, confused, and sometimes lost.

In the words of Kate, "I have a new boyfriend. His name is homework, and he's abusive."

a new piece melted @9:55 p.m.