in a burst of negativity, here are a bunch of:

things that suck
- when people walking on the sidewalk in front of me feel compelled to both walk very slowly AND take up the entire width, even if there are only two of them.

- Barnes and Noble. specifically, the fact that they have five different books on Ansel Fucking Adams and no one else. all i wanted was a Henri Cartier-Bresson book. hello, father of photography? *insert snobbery here*

- actually, just two things. there was a third but ive calmed down somewhat for now. breathing regularly again, but still no motivation to do homework. probably rather dehydrated. every few minutes i start to feel panicky again but for the most part under control. the future is a little more uncertain than it was yesterday and the world a slightly bigger and lonelier place, but it's okay. someday when i'm not looking for it, i'll stumble upon another wardrobe with new shiny lands to explore beyond its doors. there arent very many of them though, so hold each one you find dear to your heart, cradled in a loose hug so it can breathe and live freely or else it will run away from you. until then, i'll keep checking behind every door and remembering to occasionally flick the light switch.