finally figured out why I hate going to class so much . . . it's because class is boring and does not take much thought, so I think about other things . . . which inevitably settle into thinking about things that I do not wish to think about, and I end up spending half-or-more of the class simply trying not to cry.
Which may also be why I sit in the back of the class.
current mood: "Is there a word for when you feel sort of depressed, and sort of sad, but not really either?" "No." current music: [Nields-Home]-14-Forever