I'm not doing so well at this whole taking care of myself thing. It's 5pm and I've been out of bed for three hours so far. In that time I've been on Tumblr, and to the supermarket which is five minutes walk away to get V and tomato bread. My room is a mess. There are clothes everywhere and books all over my floor which I usually simply will not allow, but hey icbf picking them up. I'm not going to go down to dinner tonight (again) and I'm going to blow off the people on my floor when they ask me to drink with them and go to town because I'm so so tired and I don't have an ID yet.
On top of everything is the fact that I have a 1,000 word text analysis due on Thursday and a) I haven't read the text, b) i haven't been to the library yet, c) I haven't been to the lectures or the tutorials and d) I almost don't give a fuck.
I may have accomplished getting to university but now that I'm actually here I don't really know how to handle everything.
I spent so long last year telling myself and everyone else that I was going to get here and I told my mum I could handle the work and that she shouldn't worry but I obviously had no idea what I was talking about.
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