Pick me up.

Like any other break, this last one was filled with procrastination which is REALLY stupid of me since I have a big project due Wednesday and I don't have a lot done for it. And one for Thursday and a paper for next Monday which was given like the 2nd week of the semester. I'm not worrying about those yet cause Wednesday is the most immediate. I suck at waking up early to do work, I rather stay up late and wake up when I have to instead. But I thought I'd try it today so I went to sleep kind of early and was supposed to wake up around 6. Woke up around 7:30 and while taking my poop I was debating on whether I should sleep a bit more or just start working. I decided to sleep for another hour, but ended up sleeping for two. I just woke up really down and in the dumps. I failed. I'm trying not to worry cause I don't think God wants me to fail in my last semester, but every once in a while I have a mini panic attack. I kept telling myself 10 minutes ago that I need a pick me up. Writing out my thoughts helped! Man, my hormones are off the walls. I was watching Harry Potter yesterday and I felt like tearing in some not so emotional parts. Oh dear.