Dec 08, 2005 05:51
My life sucks. All I do is work and sleep. Social life, non existant. If I were to go see a shrink he would probably say I was suffering from depression with a side of social anxiety disorder or some other over diagnosed bull shit. Am I depressed? Probably. I could sit here and explain all the reasons why I am depressed, but I don't think anyone wants to read an entry that is more than 3 pages.
So most likely I will be taking another semester off of school because well, I hate it. I am not good at it. It's not fun. So why would I do something that I hate and is no fun. Sure I plan on going back...eventually. There is so much I would like to type on this journal, but I know the people that read would puke at the stories that I could tell. So here I am at a fork in the road. Do I spill all my guts and let the whole world know(or the 2 people that might still read this thing) all of my dirty little secrets, or do I keep hiding in the shadows waitig for a slip when someone finds out the things that I have worked so hard to keep secret. I don't really care about what people think of me, I can't even consider myself to be freinds with half the people I used to be freinds with. I think in order to be freinds with someone you have to actually talk with them on occasion. So even if people did find out all my secrets it probably would not be that big of a deal. There are only 3 paople that are in my life that I consider to be my freinds. That is it. No more. They know who they are so if you are thinking to yourself "I wonder if I am one of them" then most likely you aren't. I don't feel like typing anymore so that is all.