pity party time ...
I'm doing really badly. I've been eating incessantly. I'm a "depression eater." I just hate walking through school and feeling lucky to know at least ONE person that passes by. I hate it! I'm sick of making myself all smiley and friendly to make friends. I just want to HAVE friends. I'm sick of MAKING them. The social part of life has never really stressed me out before. Then my world was turned topsy-turvy and here I am, COMPLETELY stressed out and saddened because of my social life. Or lack thereof. I'm failing classes. FAILING. And you know what? I don't freaking care. I used to hyperventilate if I had an A minus. Yesterday, I didn't want to go to school. I don't know why. I just started to cry, and my mom let me stay home. Watching Phantom of the Opera for the next five hours helped a little.
My brother called last night. I guess he heard about my uncharacteristic behavior. He surprised me with some good news, which made me feel LOADS better, and then told me to look at the things that I DO have, instead of what I left behind in Texas. It's good advice and I'm trying to take it to heart.
I need a hug.
PS And I can't even be depressed in peace -- I can't get that stupid Alvin & the Chipmunks song out of my head. Curses.
My brother called last night. I guess he heard about my uncharacteristic behavior. He surprised me with some good news, which made me feel LOADS better, and then told me to look at the things that I DO have, instead of what I left behind in Texas. It's good advice and I'm trying to take it to heart.
I need a hug.
PS And I can't even be depressed in peace -- I can't get that stupid Alvin & the Chipmunks song out of my head. Curses.