jesus christ i am so tired let me die
today i went to the met and it was lovely, even though it’s a sunday and super crowded and i was so tired and hungry that i almost passed out when i saw the van gogh. then i had dinner at a diner on seventy ninth and went to see ‘the woman in black’, and oh god, nothing will ever be okay again. i absolutely hate scary movies, and spent the whole hour and a half with my legs curled up, my head in my lap, hands over my face, and eyes half-shut. i was very careful not to scream constantly, so i mainly just made moaning and sobbing noises as i do when i am watching or reading something that gives me ~feelings. now it has been like five hours and i am still nauseous with terror. the worst part is that when i get scared of shit, it’s not really fixed; like, i’m not scared of the woman in black or of the dark or ghosts or anything, i’m just scared. ughhhhhhh why did i have to go see that fucking movie, i’m going to have such nightmares.
also my hair is officially blonde and it’s so fucking horrible that i think i might just go back to being a brunette and not bother with the ginger asdfghjkl i’m so tired goodbye.