What's a boy to do when all the pretty girls can't compare to you.

This post has precisely nothing to do with the title. It's just a line from a song I'm listening to.

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I was to busy worrying about things. My folio, the ICT credits I still don't have. They all seem immaterial. What do I live for? A job that I don't know what is yet, a student loan that will take me a while to pay off. I just don't get life right now.

I'm sick. Mum had a virus now I think that it's catchy. Catchy caught. Normally I have an incredible immune system. It has protected me from most bouts of everything going round. The practical implications of this is that I hardly ever got time off school.

League seems like it will never ever patch and right now I don't think I could play very well even if it did. I just don't feel like it. And even if I did I'm not exactly in the best of moods. I play worse when I'm angry tired or sad. I think I'm a bit of everything at the moment.

I have to hurry this along as my brother is circling and I said I only needed the internet for five minutes.

I'm just confused. I'm tired, hungry but I feel like I would throw up anything I ate. And I have a growing sense of unease. But maybe more about that later.

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