Ugh

And suddenly its Sunday and you're back in school and everything that seemed to distant is too damn near.  And you are tucked under your covers writing in your journal because it's the only way to make sense of what has happened, and the inescapable speed of time.  Maybe things won't be so bad, maybe it's all in your head.  How do you cope with a place that reminds you of everything that went wrong.  You text your friends, refresh tumblr, make soup; nothing changes.  It's 10pm and tomorrow is going to happen and time is going to keep pushing you forward.