If I always had a fancy-looking journal, I'd probably be enticed to write here more. Not that it's really necessary or interesting. But it's fun to play with and see.

Uuhhmm. Dunno if it's merely the shift into the cold, shitty seasons, but I don't feel good lately.

I've recently come to the blindly-delayed realization that my place of residence itself is probably the fertile soil in which a lot of my stress buds and grows from.

It makes me desire so hard to go to Florida again. Somewhere where I don't have to live in a smokebox every day. Somewhere that my daily fear level is not quite so high. Somewhere where relaxation is actually closer to within my reach, even if it is still far away.

My heart feels so weak.. like it's going to collapse under the weight of all the stress. I'm begging whatever forces of the universe that might be out there to cause class to be cancelled tonight. I'm pretty desperate for it.