If this world blew up, I'd finally get a decent night's sleep.

Fucking shit, I'm tired. I hate riding the edge of collapse for days, like I feel I am right now. I need to find time to sleep. Make time to sleep. Exhaustion makes me unhappy and bitter and pessimistic, and I fuck my own shit up without even caring, and I really can't afford to do that right now. There's a sense of being on the cusp of important things, moreso even than slugging my way through school.

I feel like I'm too tired to carry on a conversation tonight. I was on the phone with Laura earlier and really felt like I couldn't think of anything to say half the time.

I told Liv earlier that I really need to sleep more. My exhaustion was really preventing me from focusing on my lectures today. Well, a little bit of it was the temptation of thinking about a certain person...