*Sigh*
I dread going to my classes...ok I dread going to ONE class. Of course it is one of the important ones. Every time I have to go into class I prepare myself for a big self esteem drop. Hell I cried in there on Tuesday. The urge to cry is pretty constant these days, if it wasn't for Anna, Desi, and Jane I would probably be sobbing every time I walk into Minne. I'm fairly certain I am not going to be a good social worker. I have no idea what I am doing, and feel like I never will. I also think I am a failure 98% of the time. I tend to retreat into my imagination a lot these days, just because I don't want to think about anything that has to do with my life. Being someone else is just so tempting.
I want this storm cloud of doubt to just go away, because the thing is I still want to be a social worker. Even if going to the registrar to drop my classes seems more and more inviting.
It's almost the weekend maybe I'll feel better after the break. But some how I doubt it.
I really want a cigarette.
I want this storm cloud of doubt to just go away, because the thing is I still want to be a social worker. Even if going to the registrar to drop my classes seems more and more inviting.
It's almost the weekend maybe I'll feel better after the break. But some how I doubt it.
I really want a cigarette.