Few things.
For one, a couple of modules at uni aren't going so well. My theory based module is a fucking mess at the moment, we're barely told what's going on, and we're to do a presentation, the work for which was bought to a complete halt when our tutor suddenly decided he didn't like what we were doing it on. I want to do something fun and interesting for a photographic module, but of course, I must somehow link it to someone else's work, which seems to mean I must do some boring fucking artsy crap instead of a series of photos that people could actually, y'know, simply enjoy.
A few recent events, like feburary the 14th and the girl I like (but totally could never have anyway) mentioning she's interested in someone else, reminds me that I can never be wanted. The worst thing is there's some bastard part of my brain trying to convince me I have a chance with someone.
And finally, the fact that there's a part of me I can never, ever be truthful about. That just plain sucks, not much more to it really.
On the bright side, I may finally get some "help". The earliest appointment they could give me is in two months, though, and that's just to be assessed.
