hmph

I hate it. Usually I'm fine with routine, but occasionally I flip out and just can't do it anymore. This week is one of those weeks. I don't want to be in the dorm room. I don't want to play games or watch movies. So here I am, doing homework in the SUB, having yet again not told anyone where I was going. Oh well, they'll probably find me eventually. They usually do.

I don't tell them because I want to be alone. Having them not know where I am makes that a lot easier. I'm not a good person to be around when I'm stressed out, so I would rather not subject them to it.

Every time I leave randomly and come back, tho, Sarah scolds me. I feel like she's my mom. *laughs*

I wish I knew why I'm so restless. This isn't supposed to happen in places that make me happy. At least I thought so.

Maybe I'm just bored out of my fucking mind.