Life, Revised.

I'd say this photo sums up my life right now. I'm so lost in various pages of a series of books that i somehow remember the name of long after i've post-it noted them to death. I can't actually recognise how i exist outside of evaluating historic articles and relentlessly trawling Google to be certai that my research is consistent. I'm pseudo-run down. I honestly believe that the only reason i'm blowing my nose more than a hooker does clients is because i'm subconciously feeling very very sorry for myself. I want to get this work done more than i want life currently, it's so pathetic and the minute i finish it I'll realise what an ass i have been/am always.

Currently sipping Sprite (again it's self-sympathy, the calories/sugar help me cope)sniffing my own face up my nose and sneezing into the keys. I want to go on Xfactor, and see my boyfriend again because not only does oral seem like the most comforting thing right now, but i can honestly say i feel so absent without him. I'm not here, i'm wandering.