so I haven't written in awhile
I've been really depressed and lonely for the last year since I left the BSU at Armstrong. I'm so glad I'm out of that place now. I can practically do anything I want. I hate that campus minister over there.
So I've moved on to Culinary Arts at Savannah Technical Institute. It's really fun and everything but I'm not really good at it. It's really difficult. I hate our practicals that we have to do at the end of our cooking classes. It makes me so frickin' anxious.
anyways, I've still been suicidal. I've come to learn that I've been obsessed with my own death and for some reason I'm satisfied with that. I'm a freak. It's no wonder no one really likes me.
Finals are coming up so I'm really anxious about those. I've got a final in my Psychology class and in my Math 101 class. My teacher in that class is such a bitch! She's giving us a test the week of the finals and she's not really giving us a full review for the final. It sucks!
My psychology teacher is nice. I would hope that a lot of psychology teachers are nice, but I've known some who really suck and some who aren't that nice.
I went to a wedding last weekend. That was weird. Mainly because I saw a lot of my friends from the BSU. they seemed to still care about me. . . well, at least most of them did. Some of them wouldn't talk to me, and others were just plain into themselves, like always.
I also saw a guy from my other college, Brewton Parker College. I couldn't get the nerve or the time to go say "hey" to him. I really wanted to, but I couldn't. I'm so fuckin' shy. It's so hard to talk to people without being made fun of.
I have a deeper voice than most women. I think it's because I have a bit of a hearing problem and some speech impairments. I was born with a 30% hearing loss in both ears. It sucks. I get made fun of for stuttering all the time. I'm on pins and needles everytime I go into a store to ask someone for an application for a job, or even for help. That part of life makes me think I'm better off dead.
anyways, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
So I've moved on to Culinary Arts at Savannah Technical Institute. It's really fun and everything but I'm not really good at it. It's really difficult. I hate our practicals that we have to do at the end of our cooking classes. It makes me so frickin' anxious.
anyways, I've still been suicidal. I've come to learn that I've been obsessed with my own death and for some reason I'm satisfied with that. I'm a freak. It's no wonder no one really likes me.
Finals are coming up so I'm really anxious about those. I've got a final in my Psychology class and in my Math 101 class. My teacher in that class is such a bitch! She's giving us a test the week of the finals and she's not really giving us a full review for the final. It sucks!
My psychology teacher is nice. I would hope that a lot of psychology teachers are nice, but I've known some who really suck and some who aren't that nice.
I went to a wedding last weekend. That was weird. Mainly because I saw a lot of my friends from the BSU. they seemed to still care about me. . . well, at least most of them did. Some of them wouldn't talk to me, and others were just plain into themselves, like always.
I also saw a guy from my other college, Brewton Parker College. I couldn't get the nerve or the time to go say "hey" to him. I really wanted to, but I couldn't. I'm so fuckin' shy. It's so hard to talk to people without being made fun of.
I have a deeper voice than most women. I think it's because I have a bit of a hearing problem and some speech impairments. I was born with a 30% hearing loss in both ears. It sucks. I get made fun of for stuttering all the time. I'm on pins and needles everytime I go into a store to ask someone for an application for a job, or even for help. That part of life makes me think I'm better off dead.
anyways, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.