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I feel like im in a prison at an amusement park. Will i look back on this year and smile, or just think of the days i forgot to do my work and never got a chance to shower. Snow and I had a long talk about stress, don lee, and getting over the present. He pretty much said that he and don lee have been worried about my mental state, about my ability to open up to people here, and about my levels of stress and whether or not i'm driving myself over the deep end. I assured him i had dug myself a stress hole last semester but that all was fine now and that I was coming out now. My training wheels are off and i'm finally riding on my own instead of jut crashing but at the same time he has valid points. I seclude myself, put up brick walls, have a classic case of bi-polar disorder and insomnia, and lash out at the world that is boone whenever it fails to donate the sense of passion and ambition that was my first 18 years in winston.
I think im right. I think in reality im moving forward and up and learning new things. Im reconecting with old friends, putting my one night dreams into action, and actually on top of school, ready to overtake all my hopes. Or maybe snows right and theyll find me sprawled in the shower with some cryptic message like 'wheres all the love?' scrawled in blood on the mirror.
p.s. insomnia is fun
I think im right. I think in reality im moving forward and up and learning new things. Im reconecting with old friends, putting my one night dreams into action, and actually on top of school, ready to overtake all my hopes. Or maybe snows right and theyll find me sprawled in the shower with some cryptic message like 'wheres all the love?' scrawled in blood on the mirror.
p.s. insomnia is fun