Coursework. Oh how I hate thou. Oh well. I'll listen to Manchester Orchestra and get the fuck over it. Don't you worry.

Simplicity is a fraud that sucks us in to only spit us out again. Which is why life can never be simple; life is reality. Real things happen. I wish I could move all the planets and the stars and rearrange them in such a perfect way that everything in this world would at least be 'okay'. But it isn't. And it probably won't be. And I am so angry inside that I cannot keep from crying. Everyone irritates me, particularly him. Which is wrong in itself. Why do I care so much? I don't know. It is still wrong of me to think that way. It's funny how many don't know, how many don't have a home...