Yet, don't wanna go home. Crap to do, like pain-stakingly applying to Unis that probably won't accept me. Can't be arsed to do it.
Yet, I probably do wanna go home. Dunno why really. Getting to talk to her is a slight incentive, even though she's just a friend.
Aside from that, once again I'm getting no satisfaction from anything anymore. Well, aside from drawing guys in girls' school uniforms. Yeah, that's becoming disturbingly fun.
