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I didn't write my paper for EGL 362 Modern British and Irish Drama. I never gave my presentation. The absolute deadline was today. I could go to her, I could grovel and beg and arrange some time within the next week to meet with her. But here's the thing-I'm paralyzed by apathy. Or maybe it's anxiety. Or maybe it's both. It's not that my enthusiasm for school has suddenly shriveled up and died. It's just that the thought of that paper and presentation makes me physically ill (no hyperbole) and I get all the regular symptoms of anxiety. So maybe it's not apathy. Or maybe the apathy is a self-preservation thing. I don't know. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this. Maybe I should just withdraw from the class. I know classes end this week, and it's a little silly, but the alternative freaks me out to no end. I know that's immature and irresponsible and cowardly. My therapist thinks I'm brave. Ha.
Do you think this is a pattern with me?
I bought hair dye at K-Mart. Red. If I can't run away from my problems, at least I can pretend to be somebody else, at least for a little while.
It would be nice to cut. I'm not going to, don't worry about that. I know it's not worth it. It's just, well, it would be nice.
Do you think this is a pattern with me?
I bought hair dye at K-Mart. Red. If I can't run away from my problems, at least I can pretend to be somebody else, at least for a little while.
It would be nice to cut. I'm not going to, don't worry about that. I know it's not worth it. It's just, well, it would be nice.