My brain is mad at me, it's tired of being kicked around for dumb reasons and would love for me to give it something easy to do like homework.

My stomach is a little frustrated with me, he says it's kinda hard to operate when he's so tied up in knots all the time.

My skin is happy, actually, it's drawing all sorts of padding and comfort from the excessive amounts of dining hall food i give it.

My teeth don't mind the food so much, but they really wish i'd cut back on my sugar addiction.

My eyes feel like porters now, a rotten sleep schedule has left them carrying around bags all day.

My heart though.. eh, it's just another organ.