I HATE THIS CLASS
I have to take a college writing class, and the only thing I would want to do besides taking this class is probably pull my eyes out of their sockets and soak them in lime juice.
Ok, no, that's a little bit too intense. I would just like to take a minute to say that I have to write an essay about myself. Myself and about objects that define me, and the only opposition that I have against this essay is that an essential part of my definition is now dead. I would say that this assignment is going to allow me mourn healthily now instead of contemplating ways of accidentally throwing myself off the Northhampton bridge, but I would also say that is a lie.
So I can't lie anymore, this hurts much more than I thought it would.
I've been ignoring people, ignoring myself, ignoring everything in my life that went well. My nerves are on fire. I'm snapping so much more frequently or pretending to be interested in what everyone else is doing, but I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of caring.
I have an appointment with mental health services here at school. That should do the trick.
Ok, no, that's a little bit too intense. I would just like to take a minute to say that I have to write an essay about myself. Myself and about objects that define me, and the only opposition that I have against this essay is that an essential part of my definition is now dead. I would say that this assignment is going to allow me mourn healthily now instead of contemplating ways of accidentally throwing myself off the Northhampton bridge, but I would also say that is a lie.
So I can't lie anymore, this hurts much more than I thought it would.
I've been ignoring people, ignoring myself, ignoring everything in my life that went well. My nerves are on fire. I'm snapping so much more frequently or pretending to be interested in what everyone else is doing, but I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm tired of caring.
I have an appointment with mental health services here at school. That should do the trick.