Bad mood.

All my friends are away doing something or another, and I can't possibly bring myself to bother them. The idiot neighbors are being louder than normal, and I can't stand this room right now, but I have absolutely nowhere to go. I'm trying to do a simple, little, two-page French report that I've put off for literally the entire semester, but I can't bring myself to do it. I want to call the place that will store my stuff over the summer, but I can't do it. I have projects due this week that I'm just staring at blankly, petrefied to proceed. At five I'll go to Courtney's and get food, and that'll be nice and maybe it'll give me enough of a push that I can get some of this damned work done with, but at the moment I'm sitting here with my chest tight and my stomach churning and my hand sore for punching the wall becuase I can't stop thinking about Nicole's vindictive little comment, and I alternate so fast between seeing red and feeling like the world's biggest asshole that I don't even know what I'm feeling right now, and the only thing I can say for sure is that I am Not Fucking Ready for the end of the year to be twelve days away.

I am a mess.