Sep 02, 2006 16:16
I hate those reoccurring moments, that despite my intentions and wishes, things fall to pieces--all due to myself, of course.
I am very sick of being me, as in the foolish choices and behaviors I exhibit that do nothing to help me to succeed as a happy and functioning individual. Girl + young = bad. Sometimes I wonder if I should be around other people for I seem to be unable to pull it off and, instead, get disappointed too much.
To top matters off, I get to start my first week at college being half-deaf since my ears fail. I have to use drops for 5 days and then go back to the doctor to see what's up with them. FLUSH THEM OUT, DAMMIT. :(
On the bright side, my dad is majorly supportive of me not working while I start college! Thus, I shall be poor--but at least not stressed and less busy. (Why do downsides exist?)
This, in all honesty, has been a very particularly difficult summer. Everything I 'learn' seems to have some nasty counterpart of unhappiness and struggle. This is making growing up to be... a pickle. Years ago, I used to crave adulthood very much. Ironic.