when can I sleep normally again?
I cleaned my room out. It looked so fake. I unmade the bed to make it seem like someone actually lives here. Just one of those things, I guess.
Funny how a month of depression can be erased by one really good day. I've felt great.
There was a time this month where I felt like I needed something to keep me going. I wasn't inspired by school work, grades, college, or anything like that. So I settled on a crush, because there's nothing more disheartening than having a crush that will most likely not come to fruition. A goal, if you will. But now I'm not depressed. I seem to still be crushing. What does that mean?
What do you do when you can't say everything you want to? And why wouldn't you want to? For fear of embarassment? (Half of my life has been recovering from faux pas and missteps in conversation. If I were as clumbsy in life as I was in speech I'd be the equivalent of Steve Erkel. I just wouldn't have any stupid catch phrases). I have no reservations about telling people what I really think, and rarely am I embarrassed about what I've said. I am slowly becoming more honest and less sarcastic, which leads me to believe that people do indeed have the capacity to change.
Of course, this is not a new discovery.
I think my teeth are falling apart. Not really out, but parts of them just break off when I eat potato chips. Not good.
Funny how a month of depression can be erased by one really good day. I've felt great.
There was a time this month where I felt like I needed something to keep me going. I wasn't inspired by school work, grades, college, or anything like that. So I settled on a crush, because there's nothing more disheartening than having a crush that will most likely not come to fruition. A goal, if you will. But now I'm not depressed. I seem to still be crushing. What does that mean?
What do you do when you can't say everything you want to? And why wouldn't you want to? For fear of embarassment? (Half of my life has been recovering from faux pas and missteps in conversation. If I were as clumbsy in life as I was in speech I'd be the equivalent of Steve Erkel. I just wouldn't have any stupid catch phrases). I have no reservations about telling people what I really think, and rarely am I embarrassed about what I've said. I am slowly becoming more honest and less sarcastic, which leads me to believe that people do indeed have the capacity to change.
Of course, this is not a new discovery.
I think my teeth are falling apart. Not really out, but parts of them just break off when I eat potato chips. Not good.