Here I Am...Sort Of
I'm slowly driving myself crazy overthinking this Emily thing. It's over and done with, we already went and hung out, she told me that she wanted to hang out as friends. That should be good enough, but somehow it's not. For the last few days the only thing my brain can say to itself about that situation is "......but why?" In thinking that a lot, my brain has turned itself inside out coming up with every reason it could be. Too bad I probably won't end up asking her. It'll be one of those things that eventually dies out in my head because I'm tired of thinking about it.
On the plus side, I've gotten a lot of my senior project work done this past week; 14 pages since last Thursday actually. So I'm happy with that.
My depression is doing weird things lately. It's coming in waves. It's never done that before. Like usually it's like "hi, I'm here, gonna stay for a few weeks and stretch my feet out and then go away." But this time it's more "hi, I'm here! How ya doin? Oh crap, I have to go now, be back later!" ....Good God I'm writing dialogue for my depression. It's bedtime
On the plus side, I've gotten a lot of my senior project work done this past week; 14 pages since last Thursday actually. So I'm happy with that.
My depression is doing weird things lately. It's coming in waves. It's never done that before. Like usually it's like "hi, I'm here, gonna stay for a few weeks and stretch my feet out and then go away." But this time it's more "hi, I'm here! How ya doin? Oh crap, I have to go now, be back later!" ....Good God I'm writing dialogue for my depression. It's bedtime