I order my sister around mercilessly ( Read more... )

So. The attempt to return to Pomona failed. Well, actually, it went through successfully, everything went great, and then I had another breakdown, because the only options left open to me - correction. If I wanted to graduate from Pomona, then the only option that they would accept was one I couldn't stand. At all.

( And when Darcy feels trapped, Darcy gets depressed. )

I'm not sure I'm going to be ready to go back to school when the time comes, given the way I've been letting even things I actually want to do just... slide. Actually, these past couple of weeks have seen something of a backslide in my behavior/attitude: sleeping more, doing less, feeling apathetic/antipathetic about making an effort (to go sing, ( Read more... )

I cleverly managed to combine the long-overdue bout of misery with the subject of Christmas. Please don't poke the humor, it is very brittle.

( voila, the rant )

That great aunt?

She's dead, now.

... not much I can say, really.

My great aunt (my grandmother's sister) is dying of kidney failure. Dialysis didn't work. She's in hospice. She doesn't want any visitors.

I never knew her all that well, but...

It's a daybed. That means that the mattress is a twin. Apparently, people who sleep on twin size beds are either going to college, or younger. By which I mean: everything is designed for someone who can't handle delicate fabrics. It's all either abysmally plain or printed, brightly colored, rainbow and pastel, 70's paisley, two-tone pseudo brocade ( Read more... )

( angst )

Scream.

"Shut up!"

Scream.

"Do you not know what 'shut the fuck up' means?!"

Scream. Laughter.

Sometimes I really hate people.

I'm depressed ( Read more... )