Labour day was well spent. Hardly did any Literature, but watched The Crucible, The Art of Getting By and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, just to get things off my mind.

 I used to be so strong, on the inside. Nothing ever affected me, and I never cared about what people thought about me. Nothing ever bothered me, nothing. Look at me now. So weak and vulnerable. It's already May, and It's been more than a year. This has to stop, right now, or I'll just explode.