for some reason I continue to read All Families are Psychotic, even though it's probably the worst book I've ever read. I don't know why... I'm about 50 pages from the end and I just get angrier with each chapter, but yet I won't put it down... ?

I couldn't be more uninspired at the moment. everything just seems to be going to hell. Today was such a horrible day, for many emotional reasons.

My lack of motivation will be the end of me. I'm in art school but I can't find any inspiration to do anything meaningful. I've spent the last year and half taking all this stuff in, perhaps taking it all a bit too seriously. I'm starting to despise all of it.

It's been such a long day. Only got four hours of sleep last night and I guess it was all worth it cuz I handed in my essay on time. But I was nodding off in class and I was scared I'd start drooling.

So now, here I am. While I should be in bed. but I can sleep in tomorrow since I don't have class till noon. There's way too many things on my mind right now and so many things that need to get done will not get done, simply because I don't know where to start.

I'm too lazy to set up a rough template for a journal on my new website, so this will do until then.