Random muscles in my body are spastic.

When I try to study, my mind wanders off somewhere; I don't know where.

I'm not interested in reading anything else, or understanding what the heck the author is trying to say.

Eating dinner and taking a bath seem like chores.

Chores seem like torture.

I have to find a way to drag myself to school tomorrow.

The sound of my dorm mate talking on the phone makes me want to break something.

A bone? One of hers, or mine?

I don't feel like talking, or standing.

I'm struggling to type all this whining.