Disjointed horrible writing.
I am not feeling well at all, and I don't really know what to do. I just keep thinking, "At least everything will be okay after this Friday...or Saturday...or Tuesday...", but that's not true. I find it hard to keep my head up when I'm not working towards some sort of goal or relief. There's no day that I am working towards where everything will be okay, and that really makes the future hard to look at or swallow.
And it doesn't help that I am doing a speech on teenage suicide prevention. That should really get my spirits up, eh? I have a feeling I might start crying during the speech, and I bet my lovely professor will just shake her head and take off points. Okay, so she's not really the gorgon I am making her out to be. But it certainly does help to villify someone.
Oh, and I got a letter from Dan yesterday that certainly hasn't helped. I hate endings as much as I am terrified of beginnings.
I just want to be happy.
(Then maybe I shouldn't have decided that I want to be a writer...)
And it doesn't help that I am doing a speech on teenage suicide prevention. That should really get my spirits up, eh? I have a feeling I might start crying during the speech, and I bet my lovely professor will just shake her head and take off points. Okay, so she's not really the gorgon I am making her out to be. But it certainly does help to villify someone.
Oh, and I got a letter from Dan yesterday that certainly hasn't helped. I hate endings as much as I am terrified of beginnings.
I just want to be happy.
(Then maybe I shouldn't have decided that I want to be a writer...)