Day 136 - Part 1 - Butterflies in my head.

I'm so freaking tired. I;ve got a hard time keeping my eyes open, sleep too few, fail in school.
I'm working on things, though. Brought my drawing in for arts, which was due a month ago and I faked losing it because I didn't finish it, did history homework I had to catch up on, asked for a copy of "The Book Thief", so I can finish my English essay. I did my extra work for French and working on my history file and the story that goes with it and Origin. I write down all the homework I get, even though it's unneccesary or already finished.
And it never seems enough. New work streams in, insufficients stack themselves, more tasks follow and teachers never seem happy. My legs hurt, my eyes drop, I drag myself through schooldays and cry without tears at night. And all the while, my head's full of butterflies.
I know butterflies are supposed to be in my belly, and they are, but I mean my thoughts are stuck on them. With my art project, we're doing something with themes, and long story short, I'm making butterflies and wishes. So I'm thinking about what I can do, how I can make a drawing look like a butterfly, and when I'm stuck, I just see all these bright colours and shapes and they kinda look like butterflies... And I'm thinking it might be hallucinations and me having the flu or something, if it weren't for the fact I am a 100% sure it's not.
Maybe it's just an overdosis writing on vamp stories and shapes of souls and the enormous lack of sleep.