Trapped and sweaty.

It's 4:00 pm. I'm in my room. There's stuff everywhere. Stuff. Stuff. Stuff. I need to get rid of so much of it. There's boxes on the floor that I want to mail out and I'm too stressed out to go on my youtube channel until I do. There's three computers on the desk. Cords everywhere. The three computers are all garbage except for my good one that I got a couple years ago but has so much body damage and heating problems that it's pretty much garbage itself.

I need to get out. Get the fuck out of here. But I can't escape it. I've gotten nothing done today. I'm sitting on my bed, makeup half done, hair half blowdried. I feel gross. It's hot.

Fuck.

Yours,
Emily