So the end of the school year is getting to me. I am so stressed out about finals.

My art projects are killing me and I have to finish several. Not to mention I have very little time to do so.

It also doesn't help that I am really busy right now. And my depression has decided to make me believe that nothing good comes out of life, which I am still trying to prove myself wrong about. I also am an underfueling athlete also, because I'm not eating as much because I just, I'm not hungry. Which is also bad according to my friends. I and running on little sleep and pain makes me want to curl into a ball and melt into nothingness.

Also the books I'm reading right now are not helping my mental state. Cause holy shit do people need to NOT MESS WITH MY EMOTIONS. Why do books have the right to manipulate my feelings like this. So many people have died... I need mental stability, but no one can give it to me.