Boredom
I will never finish what
was started.
How can I with so many regrets?
The overwhelming sense of self-consious.
Are you standing where
I am yet?
Anyways. I never ever ever write in this and thought maybe it would be theraputic.
Especially since I'm a recluse haha.
Nothing too much happening except school. Stressed. I orignially thought that coming back to school would help me in a sense, but I think it did the opposite. I am doing TERRIBLE this semester. . .not from a lack of trying, because believe me, I do. It is from a lack of not caring. In truth I want to, but can't seem to.
It is scary enough when all the things you put on the back burner and try not to let it get to you..but in time it does. It has been getting steadily worse everyday. I don't like feeling like this, I don't know what to do. I hate letting my thoughts/feelings get to me, when I have done a pretty good job shoving them under the rug my whole life to begin with.
I cry to myself, by myself, while regrets, stress, worry, sadness just eats away at me. It's hard to even get up sometimes, I'm always just so tired. I'm not so sure it's even the mono even more.
I want nothing more than to leave this place.Get the hell out of Arizona. I have to wait till December though, seeing as that is when I graduate.
I know I need to get my stuff together. Erin thinks maybe talking with a counselor would help. I do too but I don't want to go.
I feel bad. I don't like to talk about it to anyone. How can I when I feel like I have to put on a happy face all the time; I feel like a fool when I cry.
It wears me out. I feel alone, fatigued, ready to go. Processing is the hardest part.
I can't continue to cry myself to sleep. I hate staining the sheets.
was started.
How can I with so many regrets?
The overwhelming sense of self-consious.
Are you standing where
I am yet?
Anyways. I never ever ever write in this and thought maybe it would be theraputic.
Especially since I'm a recluse haha.
Nothing too much happening except school. Stressed. I orignially thought that coming back to school would help me in a sense, but I think it did the opposite. I am doing TERRIBLE this semester. . .not from a lack of trying, because believe me, I do. It is from a lack of not caring. In truth I want to, but can't seem to.
It is scary enough when all the things you put on the back burner and try not to let it get to you..but in time it does. It has been getting steadily worse everyday. I don't like feeling like this, I don't know what to do. I hate letting my thoughts/feelings get to me, when I have done a pretty good job shoving them under the rug my whole life to begin with.
I cry to myself, by myself, while regrets, stress, worry, sadness just eats away at me. It's hard to even get up sometimes, I'm always just so tired. I'm not so sure it's even the mono even more.
I want nothing more than to leave this place.Get the hell out of Arizona. I have to wait till December though, seeing as that is when I graduate.
I know I need to get my stuff together. Erin thinks maybe talking with a counselor would help. I do too but I don't want to go.
I feel bad. I don't like to talk about it to anyone. How can I when I feel like I have to put on a happy face all the time; I feel like a fool when I cry.
It wears me out. I feel alone, fatigued, ready to go. Processing is the hardest part.
I can't continue to cry myself to sleep. I hate staining the sheets.