My mood has improved to the point that I find all the rhyming, particularly the dirty limericks, rather amusing. However I still hate most of the world. Due to my improved mood there are now a few exceptions, and those people should know who they are.
My mood has not improved enough for me to be willing to go to class tomorrow. I'm also not feeling terribly healthy, so perhaps a day off will make that a bit better, at least.
The majority of you can still fuck off. Some of you aren't bad, though.
It has been, on the whole, a bad day. Any day that ends with me crying, which I thoroughly despise doing, cannot be considered a good day. Add in the things that led to this current state... well. I'm sure none of you really give a shit, anyway.
I've just sat here for five minutes, trying to think of something else to say. I can't.
I fucking hate crying. I really and truly do.
Don't bother asking me what's wrong, because I have no intention of telling you. This isn't a cry for help or attention or whatever the fuck. This is my journal, in which I write my feelings and thoughts. Thus I'm using it to express how I feel. Which, at the moment, is terrible.
I'm going to bed. Maybe things will be better tomorrow. There are still, unfortunately, ways for it to be worse. I'm rather expecting all of those ways to occur.