Honestly. I just haven’t told my parents that yet. I am though. Like. I’m going to see a counselor tomorrow morning. and I applied for my old job. I tried swim team, I’m doing yoga. I’m taking a chromium supplement and I’m trying to talk to my friends more. I’m trying to find avenues where I’ll make friends on campus, it’s just difficult for me. Lord knows why, because I’m really quite crazy and there’s no reason to be shy about it. butttt hey. It is what it is. Sometimes, it gets to Sunday nights, and I still haven’t done any homework because the thought of homework makes me a little bit nauseous. I hate thinking about school. For the most part, the school work itself isn’t that bad. but just the thought of it makes me recoil in horror. I suppose that might be an exageration. Tonight I need to:
- read an article for GAMST, and find an article for Friday
- write an english paper, shit, I need to buy paper. it’s just a 1pg review of a sonnet
- read a lot for Anthro. and study.
And soon, like, this week soon, like tomorrow soon I should:
- read the review of Langston Hughes
- start prepping for my first paper
- study chapter 5 and 6 for spanish test
- go to Anthro review
- study for anthro
- write up that thing, about that article.
see. it doesn’t only feel overwhelming, it is overwhelming. and that makes me want to curl up in a ball and go to sleep and not wake up until graduation. or AFB. or Christmas Break, or Kenya. something less… like this.
