bleh
got checked out during 3rd period today for a trip to the psychiatrist...that went well, i guess. apparently i have borderline personality disorder, as well, which would explain my horrendous inability to understand or explain myself to other people. so i'm getting a new medication for my anxiety attacks (ie: last night's journal fiasco...i'm so fucking sorry, jaron), and we're moving to chicago (don't know exactly when, but soon). i'd rather my last weeks/months here be pleasant, or at least relatively calm, as opposed to overwhelming relationship/school-related drama. and i'm fully aware that those are both my fault, but you guys just need to work with me on this one, just a little bit...please? school...shit, i don't know about that. i might end up quitting altogether, or just saying 'fuck it' for this semester, as i'm failing every single one of my classes, with no non-stressful hope of achieving at least a passing grade. there's no way, short of going insane, that that's possible. so...fuck. that's about it, really. i'm sorry for putting all of you through this, and i'm going to start working really hard to get over my mental constipation bullshit. that's also where the new journal comes in...so neither you guys or i have to see any of the crap that went down this year. i'm sick of confrontations; i'm sick of initiating confrontations. so, i'm sorry. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. that is all.