Lookin' a mess

Friend: "You look different..."

Me: "Like what? What do you mean?"

F: "I dunno, like mean. You look...surly."

M: "Surly!?"

F: "You have those dark circles, and your forehead is all lined. And you don't wear those clothes. You don't wear black."

M: "WHATever, leave me alone!"

F: "SURLINESS!"

So yeah, I guess I look a little haggard. I don't get to sleep at a decent hour, I stay inside all day (resulting in a deep squint when I venture outside for food), and I haven't done laundry in two weeks, meaning that I've been wearing wrinkly jeans and ratty band t-shirts all week. I'm down to my last pair of underwear, it's that bad. Though I don't really mind this "don't give a fuck" look I've seemed to acquire, as it beats my usual dorky demeanor.

Things are looking up though, I think. I faced some walls that had sprung up over the past few weeks, and I believe I can still turn things around. Wow, that sounds really cheesy... But it's true, and I hope this positive attitude will last me through the rest of this semester.