Three AM to Two PM. Holy fuck am I tired.

That's eleven hours. And about four of those were solid math. My worst nightmare- I thought I was going to cry.

It didn't matter though, cause I wound up sitting at the kitchen table crying anyway. Harold was alone on Thanksgiving with nothing but a TV dinner, and then Mom said how Carol invited that homeless girl over for Easter even though her husband was dying, and of course this reminded me of the cows. It was the cows that got to me. Twenty minutes of me sobbing into a placemat and my mom just staring at me. I just can't handle the cows.

That being said, please answer the following question:

Heather needs ____
a) heavy drugs
b) more sleep
c) a therapist
d) what cows?

I'm not even going to say. I'll just get started again. Seriously. The whole bawling thing wrecks my tough girl image, and that's fragile enough already.

It's fucking cold in here.

I don't know whether to write or go to sleep. Or take a shower. Or go to sleep.

Fucking cows.

Three AM to Two PM. Holy fuck am I tired.

That's eleven hours. And about four of those were solid math. My worst nightmare- I thought I was going to cry.

It didn't matter though, cause I wound up sitting at the kitchen table crying anyway. Harold was alone on Thanksgiving with nothing but a TV dinner, and then Mom said how Carol invited that homeless girl over for Easter even though her husband was dying, and of course this reminded me of the cows. It was the cows that got to me. Twenty minutes of me sobbing into a placemat and my mom just staring at me. I just can't handle the cows.

That being said, please answer the following question:

Heather needs ____
a) heavy drugs
b) more sleep
c) a therapist
d) what cows?

I'm not even going to say. I'll just get started again. Seriously. The whole bawling thing wrecks my tough girl image, and that's fragile enough already.

It's fucking cold in here.

I don't know whether to write or go to sleep. Or take a shower. Or go to sleep.

Fucking cows.