the weight of the world...yea.

look at me this oppressed white middle class chick.

when i clicked 'new post' i had every intention of writing about how my posture has gone Iago on me and how i have this invisible weight that i can't see but i can feel it. about how i catch myself sitting hunched over and it feels practically impossible to straighten myself up. but, honestly, who cares? i'm not pregnant, i'm not a secret service agent, i'm not a member of an organization that goes abroad and brings food to war-raped regions, what the hell do i have to complain about? i'm just sittin alone on a tuesday night feeling sorry for myself, with my weeks until graduation lessening rapidly.
that's it. my food habits, my exercising habits, my sleeping habits, all down the drain. what is it? laziness? probably. all i know is, it's 1024pm, and i'm tired.