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i woke up at 6 this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. this is after going to bed at 2 last night.
so instead i went to the gym and ran a mile.
now i am in the colegate computer lab.
i am supposed to be writing a paper on the family and although i am feeling motivated nothing is coming out on the paper and i keep finding ways to procrastinate.
i think i have issues.
and i am getting beyond the point where i can take everything with a smile and not let it get to me.
i cried for the first time last night since i can't remember when.
at the moment i could honestly care less about alternative lifestyles, family patterns, and siblings or my schedule for next semester.
for some reason i cannot get my hands to stop shaking and i know that's not good.
i am probably going to have to stay awake today on multiple cups of coffee which i know is not a good thing because i am a fucking nursing student.
i miss annie and i wish she was here right now because she could make me laugh and then i would feel better.
ok back to writing about childless families.
ps. even after acting like a total bitch probably this whole weekend...my roomie still can write good things about me...and that means a lot.
so instead i went to the gym and ran a mile.
now i am in the colegate computer lab.
i am supposed to be writing a paper on the family and although i am feeling motivated nothing is coming out on the paper and i keep finding ways to procrastinate.
i think i have issues.
and i am getting beyond the point where i can take everything with a smile and not let it get to me.
i cried for the first time last night since i can't remember when.
at the moment i could honestly care less about alternative lifestyles, family patterns, and siblings or my schedule for next semester.
for some reason i cannot get my hands to stop shaking and i know that's not good.
i am probably going to have to stay awake today on multiple cups of coffee which i know is not a good thing because i am a fucking nursing student.
i miss annie and i wish she was here right now because she could make me laugh and then i would feel better.
ok back to writing about childless families.
ps. even after acting like a total bitch probably this whole weekend...my roomie still can write good things about me...and that means a lot.