I was warned about this.
If you take on too much, you'll reach the point where you explode.
I haven't been to econ in weeks and so I am fucked for my midterm tomorrow. If I fuck it up, I can't major in econ. I have a COSO application due in 30 minutes, and an econ problem set due at about the same time.
Why am I writing this now?
I think I fucked up my govy midterm, I know I fucked up my Art History midterm and 2nd paper.
There are basically no articles for the national/international section of the free press. I have to create article ideas and beg people to write over the course of green key weekend.
At least I have housing for next year.
My dad got laid off today. So, fuck. And I don't have health insurance anymore.
I need to get my shit together but I just can't, its too much shit.
So I quit my job, at least until the fall, and I'll deal with the money I have.
The divestment stuff is going to mow me over in the upcoming days.
I just have no time for anything anymore.
Its warm out and everyone gets to go enjoy it. I get to do work work work. more work. work more? I'd love some more work.
And there's this thing with that girl but whatever, since I don't have time to pursue this, it'll probably fall apart and I can be alone for a little longer.
I'm not finding much comfort in anything.
Tonight I'll have dinner with Deo (med student/survivor of rwandan genocide)
and if i feel like i've gotten enough work done
I'll play some wednesday night pong with ben at tri-kap.
and maybe relax?
but right now my heart is pumping and everytime it contracts it rips the muscles off the inside of my ribcage with it. Latching on, pulling, tearing, splitting, grinding and making my chest burn so hot my eyes roll back, and my neck drops because i'm exhausted but sleep won't come for days.
I'm a melodramatic motherfucker.
I haven't been to econ in weeks and so I am fucked for my midterm tomorrow. If I fuck it up, I can't major in econ. I have a COSO application due in 30 minutes, and an econ problem set due at about the same time.
Why am I writing this now?
I think I fucked up my govy midterm, I know I fucked up my Art History midterm and 2nd paper.
There are basically no articles for the national/international section of the free press. I have to create article ideas and beg people to write over the course of green key weekend.
At least I have housing for next year.
My dad got laid off today. So, fuck. And I don't have health insurance anymore.
I need to get my shit together but I just can't, its too much shit.
So I quit my job, at least until the fall, and I'll deal with the money I have.
The divestment stuff is going to mow me over in the upcoming days.
I just have no time for anything anymore.
Its warm out and everyone gets to go enjoy it. I get to do work work work. more work. work more? I'd love some more work.
And there's this thing with that girl but whatever, since I don't have time to pursue this, it'll probably fall apart and I can be alone for a little longer.
I'm not finding much comfort in anything.
Tonight I'll have dinner with Deo (med student/survivor of rwandan genocide)
and if i feel like i've gotten enough work done
I'll play some wednesday night pong with ben at tri-kap.
and maybe relax?
but right now my heart is pumping and everytime it contracts it rips the muscles off the inside of my ribcage with it. Latching on, pulling, tearing, splitting, grinding and making my chest burn so hot my eyes roll back, and my neck drops because i'm exhausted but sleep won't come for days.
I'm a melodramatic motherfucker.