The tiny river between Wolli Creek and Tempe is always so glassy. It makes me want to take some crappy photos that don’t do it justice.

And to earn more.

It’d suck to die hungry.

One day.
When I can be bothered.

One day.

I don’t care about Archaic Greek lyric or about how politically incorrect it is to call a society a “civilisation”.
I just want to have my social life and healthy sleep patterns back.
I can’t take five more years of this horseshit.

All I want for Easter.

Do you always prove me right?

-exhausted (to the point that sleep is useless)
-sick (I’ve gone through one box of tissues)
-confused
-swamped with uni work
-suicidal over the thought of work at 8am tomorrow.

I cbf with everything.