I hate when people click their pens. I hate it when they pop their gum. I hate it when my head hurts and I want to crawl into bed and sleep and then I realize that I have homework for the first night all week. I'll be fine, though. I just want it to be summer already.

Yesterday is over, and I can finally breathe. Except I feel so disconnected and I don't know whether I'm truly breathing or not. I don't know. I can't really think. Lately I have just been doing the things I'm told to do. Whatever, I don't really know. In the mean time, have a picture.