whine.

[raven]

I haven't been to bed yet, I have six hours to read for and write this essay, I have meta-anxiety and a big ghastly flat-party in the evening full of people I don't know (and apparently, I have to get the alcohol for, and jesus, I wish people wouldn't just assume that I have nothing to do), people won't stop telling me their fucking problems, and I just dumped half a mug of coffee onto my laptop.

Yeah, I really, really don't want to be here right now. Urgh.

Edited to add: Actually, about tonight. Would anyone not mind too much if I came over tonight just to hide? I wouldn't distract you from work or revision or anything else you were doing, and I wouldn't eat your food, I'd just sit in a corner and be invisible. I just don't think I can stay here right now.

Comments

[emily-shore.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit late (just got back from London) but wanted to offer my room anyway in a retrospective moral-support sort of way. Next time.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear. Hope you're enjoying all the new music. :)