In Over My Head.

It's the first-few-days blues, when I miss you the most. And inside me there's this little nugget of sadness that just won't go away, because you are not with me.

Today I spent the day doing domestic stuff - cooking, drying my clothes, and sleeping. I'm leaving my essay for tomorrow, and the essay-writing-phobia must be conquered, yes sirree!

They're going for a party in school. Should I go? I'm bored. And I'm restless, sitting here. But I'm also feeling groggy and sluggish.