Things I say to myself every day:
- If you hate it so much, why are you still here?
- No one is interested in your excuses.
- And whose fault is that?
- No one likes a whiner.
- Put up or shut up.
- In fact, just shut up.
- No one cares.
- Shut up.
I was nearly okay, right up until the charrette. But during those three days I lost a couple of pounds and a lot of sleep and I got behind in all my classes and I caught a cold. And I haven't been able to pull myself together since then. Today I was walking home with my hair unfurling itself and my shoelaces coming undone and I felt like I was completely coming apart in every direction.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what would make it better. Nothing, I guess. Just keep my head down and try to keep up as much as I can, and remind myself that I'm even less employable without the expensive meaningless piece of paper.
So it goes.