Brittle and brittler, like an over-roasted coffee bean. I have to do 3 Spanish assignments in the next 2 hours. Normally approachable except we have the Won family and what do you know!, karoke. Headache at the top left of my head. Was diffuse now it's focal. I had coffee today, and it's sharpened me up, but the pain has dulled me back again. My mind is so permeable. (Fancies of sensitivity.) Yung thought I was a girl, which I have to mention was more frustrating than I let on in my reply. In any event, pain makes you think sick, sick things.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391