I am nervous. Nervous about myself and how the days goes by and im not doing any real work on my essay. Nervous about money. Nervous about my body. Nervous about people around me.

Sometimes, to pass the time. I look at beautiful people wearing beautiful clothes and loving in a luxiourious kinf of life. Just looking at the photos makes me ...content. In all selfishness, i feel content in my buble while looking at pictures.

The mind is a strange thing.