If I'd had even the slightest bit of motivation I'd have used this morning to tidy my room, get on with the laundry, sorted out stuff for freshers week, refreshed my mathematical abilities etc etc
Instead, I've re-read on of my favourite books, had a shower, coughed a lot, and moped. I hate it when I get like this. I'm fine if people tell me to go and do stuff, but left alone I just seem to be fading away. And I hate being alone with my own thoughts. Stupid really, M's right, everything I'm upset about happened ages ago and I should just get a grip.