I Quit.
Ugh. It's been a long couple of days.

I'll be a long term.

It seems it's affecting a lot of people this way. We should carry each other through it.

I skipped two classes this morning, slept till ten and got laid, things I can't seem to do during the week and often don't on the weekend.

I woke up at 8 AM anyway, the time that I usually drag myself out of bed. I was on autopilot, groggy but unable to sleep again until at least half an hour went by.

When I finally fell back asleep, I had crack dreams about missing classes, road trips, dusk, sickness, my cat, my boyfriend, my ex, and water. They were very abstract and lucid, full of subconscious imagery that I haven't been let out due to stress and sleep deprivation.

I need to sleep more.