life = one big facepalm
I'm getting really freaking depressed. AGH STRIKE. I feel so unmotivated and like I'm completely wasting time and money being here. Every day I get further and further behind in schoolwork, too. Like, when the strike ends? I will be buried in paper writing. I know I should be doing it now but I just can't. And I'm living in fear that the strike will end before I get to go home, and that they'll reschedule classes in the time that I was going to spend with my family, whom I have not seen in way too long. Seriously, I'm dealing with being away, I'm fine, it's just - I really miss home. Not in a debilitating way, just, I'm ready for a visit. And I'm so terrified that I won't be allowed that visit because of this stupid fucking strike.
I'm attempting to be writerly. I mainlined Eureka episodes over the last few days, and caught up on Chuck, so I feel good about writing for both of those fandoms. I actually have a bunch of Eureka ideas. And I'm working on a Supernatural piece, as well as a few Metanoia fics, and of course the Psych projects that I've left dangling - not to mention my original fiction endeavours. I wrote a little over 27, 000 words recently, actually, for a Psych fic. That was intense and kind of soul-killing, because I was on a time crunch, but it got done! I felt proud for finishing the sucker, but depressed because I was a few days late.
I'm seriously stressed all the time. And depressed. Just. Whenever I think too hard about my life right now, I want to cry.
I'm attempting to be writerly. I mainlined Eureka episodes over the last few days, and caught up on Chuck, so I feel good about writing for both of those fandoms. I actually have a bunch of Eureka ideas. And I'm working on a Supernatural piece, as well as a few Metanoia fics, and of course the Psych projects that I've left dangling - not to mention my original fiction endeavours. I wrote a little over 27, 000 words recently, actually, for a Psych fic. That was intense and kind of soul-killing, because I was on a time crunch, but it got done! I felt proud for finishing the sucker, but depressed because I was a few days late.
I'm seriously stressed all the time. And depressed. Just. Whenever I think too hard about my life right now, I want to cry.