Gotta get out of this place, cos it feels like Yesterday
I'm worried about a lot of stuff:
First, apparently everyone got their housing stuff for UofM days ago, and I haven't gotten mine yet . . . why is that?! is there some money I haven't sent in? some deadline I've forgotten?
Second, in all complete honesty, I really want to room with Brigid, but she was deferred and hasn't heard from UM at all, and I can't wait too long because housing goes fast. Then, I might room with Mara, but she still hasn't decided and in all honestly, sometimes I have no idea what she is saying! and my mom says if I don't room with someone I know, I'm rooming alone, which I don't want to do, but I know I cannnot room with a stranger, just because of matters with my anxiety disorder.
Third, we're leaving for Arizona tomorrow and I'm worried about packing for it, and going on the plane (I fucking HATE planes!!!), and being in the sun and heat, and being with my parents for so long (urgh to being in the same room as them for three nights!), and having to be pleasant and get along with the other "teenagers" at the wedding. Apparently my mom's friend seated all of us together. hoo-fucking-ray, i love people. not.
Fourth, all this stuff in French is worrying me immensely. If I could just get this one part of the work done, I feel like I could be okay tonight. Yeah, I'm worried about the tests next week and various work-type things I'll be missing Monday and have to make up and so on. I gotta make up my precalc test tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning. yuck, I'm so not a morning person!
I'm worried about the nauseous feeling I've been getting on and off the past few days; like I'm gonna throw up. I'm worried about not seeing the people I want to as often, and seeing too much of the people I can't stand. I'm worried about dissappointing everyone and dissappointing myself. I'm worried about leaving and I'm worried about staying. I'm worried about the empty feeling in my gut and my own desperation. I'm worried about my health and my grades. I'm worried about my future and I'm worried I'll never escape my past and that I want to too badly.
I wish I could just throw up and get it over with.
First, apparently everyone got their housing stuff for UofM days ago, and I haven't gotten mine yet . . . why is that?! is there some money I haven't sent in? some deadline I've forgotten?
Second, in all complete honesty, I really want to room with Brigid, but she was deferred and hasn't heard from UM at all, and I can't wait too long because housing goes fast. Then, I might room with Mara, but she still hasn't decided and in all honestly, sometimes I have no idea what she is saying! and my mom says if I don't room with someone I know, I'm rooming alone, which I don't want to do, but I know I cannnot room with a stranger, just because of matters with my anxiety disorder.
Third, we're leaving for Arizona tomorrow and I'm worried about packing for it, and going on the plane (I fucking HATE planes!!!), and being in the sun and heat, and being with my parents for so long (urgh to being in the same room as them for three nights!), and having to be pleasant and get along with the other "teenagers" at the wedding. Apparently my mom's friend seated all of us together. hoo-fucking-ray, i love people. not.
Fourth, all this stuff in French is worrying me immensely. If I could just get this one part of the work done, I feel like I could be okay tonight. Yeah, I'm worried about the tests next week and various work-type things I'll be missing Monday and have to make up and so on. I gotta make up my precalc test tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning. yuck, I'm so not a morning person!
I'm worried about the nauseous feeling I've been getting on and off the past few days; like I'm gonna throw up. I'm worried about not seeing the people I want to as often, and seeing too much of the people I can't stand. I'm worried about dissappointing everyone and dissappointing myself. I'm worried about leaving and I'm worried about staying. I'm worried about the empty feeling in my gut and my own desperation. I'm worried about my health and my grades. I'm worried about my future and I'm worried I'll never escape my past and that I want to too badly.
I wish I could just throw up and get it over with.