shut the fuck up, down the hall
I can't sleep. I can't swallow. My throat hurts. I want the next week to already be over. I hate responsiblities. This is supposed to be the best weekend of parties since last semester and I feel as though I need to quarantine myself to my room. I was ridiculous last weekend, I've been ridiculous ever since I got back to school, and therefore I've gained 4 pounds and I've fallen behind on real life. I also have to do an article for the newspaper that I've been putting off, I need to research and write a huge anthropology paper, I have a midterm for a history class that I know nothing about, and I have sorority shit to do every freaking day of the week.
I'm stressed. I'm irritable. The RA keeps bitching me out for various things. I keep yelling at everyone. I am being a brat to my mother. I am sick and tired and lonely. I'm in D-mode.
This year has been a series of falling aparts and rebuildings. My own parents think I should talk to a counselor and maybe look into medication. I'm all over the board. I hate my physical self, but I typically love my inner self. It's a constant love-hate relationship. I used to feel pretty, but not anymore. I used to BE skinny, I'm not anymore. I used to be able to run, I can't anymore.
Life is a series of comparisons for me. When will I stack up?
I'm stressed. I'm irritable. The RA keeps bitching me out for various things. I keep yelling at everyone. I am being a brat to my mother. I am sick and tired and lonely. I'm in D-mode.
This year has been a series of falling aparts and rebuildings. My own parents think I should talk to a counselor and maybe look into medication. I'm all over the board. I hate my physical self, but I typically love my inner self. It's a constant love-hate relationship. I used to feel pretty, but not anymore. I used to BE skinny, I'm not anymore. I used to be able to run, I can't anymore.
Life is a series of comparisons for me. When will I stack up?