Ugh.
There are times in one's life when one's weaknesses shine through to onesself not unlike the scent of raw sewage near the latrine of a verdant campsite. Mmm. So much for effective similies.
It comes in waves, sometimes. Worries, past failures, building up as they pass through my thoughts. This site brings up some exceptionally saddening ones. At least I'm not entirely to blame for those. The idea of erasing someone from my life is anathema to me. Even if it hurts. I cannot do it.
Whatever, I just amaze myself with the bridges that I can burn, whether through hubris or insensitivity, or impatience.
Okay, enough feeling sorry for onesself.
I have a lot to do. I'm not sure I'll be able to get into a good medical school, given my antistellar academic track record, in which the bridge-burning goes double. Recommendations? Who needs recommendations? *mutters* Mmm. And that graduate school GPA. Yiy.
What's that I said about feeling sorry?
Maybe I'm just used to having friends around most if not all of the time. It's strange to be living in a house of strangers. At least one of them is more social than I, which is nice, except that I don't know any of them. Lack of any context is not terribly conducive to hanging out.
I need to figure out what to do.
It comes in waves, sometimes. Worries, past failures, building up as they pass through my thoughts. This site brings up some exceptionally saddening ones. At least I'm not entirely to blame for those. The idea of erasing someone from my life is anathema to me. Even if it hurts. I cannot do it.
Whatever, I just amaze myself with the bridges that I can burn, whether through hubris or insensitivity, or impatience.
Okay, enough feeling sorry for onesself.
I have a lot to do. I'm not sure I'll be able to get into a good medical school, given my antistellar academic track record, in which the bridge-burning goes double. Recommendations? Who needs recommendations? *mutters* Mmm. And that graduate school GPA. Yiy.
What's that I said about feeling sorry?
Maybe I'm just used to having friends around most if not all of the time. It's strange to be living in a house of strangers. At least one of them is more social than I, which is nice, except that I don't know any of them. Lack of any context is not terribly conducive to hanging out.
I need to figure out what to do.