Three-Days-Tragedy Narrative

A lot of things have been going on in Noska's life recently. Like, a lot of things.
I had been skipping classes again. Not entirely out of laziness, actually. Not even because I'd been waking up late for like, everyday now?
I'd been skipping classes... because I didn't want to meet people.
I didn't want people to see my now-oily-and-full-of-blemishes face. (and I still don't.)
I didn't want people to see the current me.
I felt disgusting.
I was disgusting.
I mean I slept for three days straight.
I didn't eat. (well, almost.)
I DIDN'T SHOWER.
I didn't want to do my assignments... I didn't want to take my quizzes... I didn't want to show up at all.
I guess I just didn't want to DO anything. TA aja nggak coy.

For three days I locked myself up in my room, only waking up to read mangas.
Didn't even turn my phone on.
I would have had felt dizzy and hungry the entire day but I didn't even bother to go outside, walk a few steps to the nearest warung and satisfy my hunger. I was so numb it's almost scary. And then when the hunger would take the better of me (and by that I mean ungodly pain thumping inside my brains) I would call KFC and have them deliver tons of junk food to me. At 10pm, no less. After that I got sick and puked my brains out. Afterwards I'm still dizzy, so I force-feed myself and CONTINUE TO STAY AWAKE UNTIL DAWN. Man, no wonder I got so sick. Oh, but I picked myself up all right. I kinda slapped myself mentally in the face, after that I force myself into the bathroom and scrubbed three day's worth of dirt off my skin. Then I force myself, still kinda dizzy and somewhat hot, to wash all my dirty panties. Two-weeks worth of them, or even more? Since a few days before that tragic three days I started to feel too lazy to even take a bath after a long day so sometimes I only use one panty for a day. (Ugh, gross!)
After that I went to the choir practice. It was fun... I should've come out of my room sooner.
My hands are somewhat shaky when I steered my motorbike, but thankfully I was safe. I was also somewhat sleazy with my words... and my mouth tasted kinda weird. (Well, no wonder. I haven't talked in ages.)

After that I went home and prayed. And repeated the same thing for several times the next several days, lol. Didn't quite remember the pattern, but I still skipped some classes even after all that.

I'm afraid it has become a- *DUN DUN DUN!!* habit. Yikes!

Of course you can only guess how much quizzes I didn't take and tasks I didn't turn in on time--or didn't even work on at all. But here, I'll tell you. It's four quizzes. Four fucking quizzes and six sucking tasks left unfinished. My percentage of attendance? I don't even want to think about it. I'm pretty sure they don't even make it to 80%...

Well, well. Now now.
It's okay.
I'm fine now.
I'd come to realize my wrongful ways.
I'm currently struggling for an approval of catch-up quizzes, or so to speak. All four of them.
As for my assignments... There's still a few left, but I'm still working on it.
In the end it turned out fine.
Well, more on my coming back later. Gotta go.