theres a little piece of me thats dissapointed in myself for taking ibuprofin again. I've made it months just living with the migraines and the aches and pains. But I like this feeling. I like tracking the drugs progression as the pain slowly ebbs away. It's comforting. It's comfortable. It puts me in control.
I can't focus. My mind is fuzzy. My eyes aren't actually looking. There's so much i should be doing. So much I should have done.
So much i gave up.
Fun. You would think it to be a fundamental. A building block. A basic concept.
I have no notion of it. I can't remember the last time. I'm trying  so hard to remember wheen life was exciting. what was it like to get up in the mroning? Did I used to have questions?
Now I'm falling asleep with five hours worth of homework due in 8 hours. I haven't slept well in months. I haven't showered in a week. I haven't brushed my teeth in two. I haven't comprehended anything in months.