I did reflect further on what I said in the last entry. And I'm not writing it down anymore because that's something I'm keeping to myself.
Beep-boop.
I’ve never been told how odd it was to be the first person in the dim classroom on the first day of a new semester. And there’s a new student. I wonder how isolating it must be to transfer on the last day of the new semester.
I have a headache and this sucks. But the time it passes anyhow. I knew it all too well that the time it passes regardless of your methods. Had been pacing the room practicing the manner in which I came across. Smart aleck, well I shouldn't lean too far into that, I'll just seem haughty. And nervousness, well, no one wants a neurotic little bundle of a human so at the very least disguise that. Like this, I began speaking to myself. My mom said to me it’s scary. Of course it's scary! It’s creepy! And when I come across delirious she tells me to just go sleep.
I have such a small tolerance for food despite that I want to eat, so I am sleeping now to then quickly reach the morning. Then I can actually have breakfast.