It is too early

for me to be tired like this. Come on, it's 9:51 on a tuesday. I have another three days before I can really sleep. I can't be tired.

So much stuff is going on that I think I might crash soon.

I'm just trying to find something soft to crash into...

Last year that kind of worked itself out on its own, but this year I shall have to take initiative to make winter not suck.

Winters are cold and dreary, and this is a fact.

But I like the cold weather. When you can feel the air in your lungs, that's a good feeling. Reminds you that you're alive.

I don't know. I'm more inclined to like it if I'm generally in a good mood anyway.

I guess I'm usually in a good mood. I don't know.

All I know is that the procrastination monster ate my life and now it's all kind of going to hell... or so it feels. I'm sure it's not that bad; it never is. 

But I am sixteen and am therefore entitled to my dramatic moments.

Blegh I'm tired.

Love always,
Clara