i should put a "fuck off" poster on my room door - so even if you have the most delicious, home-made, fresh-out-of-oven quiche, fuck off. i've never been been this stressed before. there must be some sort of perverted impulse in me to create this vague sense of perfection-ism (nonsense) by working ten hours when things can in fact be done in 5. such a drama queen.

well i needed to breathe the fresh hours and smell the sunshine. it's fucking spring and nice weather! calm down!