Another Sin City quote

"Hell? You don't even know what hell is. None of you people do... Hell is waking up every god damn morning and not knowing why you're even here. Why you're even breathing."

I'm in high dissonance over the fact that my post-exam days in bonnie Scottieland are numbered. Feels very suffocated. Like he's got hands around my throat choking me dry.

Hm, perhaps that's too extreme.

And I'm in high dissonance over the fact that I can't do much to change things without spending a whole lot more than I already have. I begin to suspect that I close an eye to expenditure if it convenients me. And as I type this out, I feel the first itchings of a sore throat about to build up.

Lack of sleep lack of sleep lack of sleep. But sometimes it feels good to haul my ass out of bed, mentally pull the hair on the head of the inner Naz to go start an early day which inevitably ends late and repeat. I feel like I can get more things done like that.

That being said, I detest them eyebags. As if not ugly enough.

But whatever. Mental torture till I tire my body out and fall sick before I give myself a break and sleep in.