How is it going?

So I woke up. And then there it is. Notification in my phone. For a moment I was happy. For a moment I was relieved. Just for a moment. And it was all i need. Until. Until i came back home. I was checking my phone for my group's IEC discussion. And I realised. It was just a text sent wrong. It was not meant for me, it was an accident. And at that moment. I just don't know anymore. Emotional pain can be expressed as something physical. And my head hurts. So tempted to double down some paracetamol. It worked. It always worked. But I can't. I promised I won't do that again. And so I sat. Holding everything in. At least I don't have to worry. You still have someone to text. So I know you are not lonely. And how foolish to wish, that the person is me.

Ok, get to class you idiot. You iron your shirt twice yesterday. Get ready. Got IEC presentation, for sure I am not gonna present. I did almost all the work. Come on, I'm not gonna present it too. Let someone else present it. Time to make some breakfast.