Finding Me
It’s been one of the worst weeks on record. dLife/dt < 0.
The relationship with Colleen is ending. Although I was the one to try to lessen our involvement with each other (in pursuit of new things), our friendship is terminating against my will. I still want to be friends, no matter what happens. I do still love her.
I didn’t go to any classes today. I went to two yesterday, one the day before that. This is bad. I’ve skipped every class I have at least once this week. I missed a physics lab, and I can only miss one per semester.
I still have no instructor for music. I’m sick of being a productive member of society. I’m sick of doing homework, listening to The Man, and being responsible. I want to sleep.
I’ve been crying a lot, and sleeping more.
I’d like to stop complaining.
A very close friend of mine brought it to my attention that I only seem to write here when I’m having problems, and that I could stand to come here when I’m feeling good. That’s true. There might have been a few more posts before this one, in that case, because the week hasn’t been all bad. I can’t really explain here, though.
I talked to my parents about everything. They were very supportive and helpful, as usual. Thanks, Mom and Dad. I owe just about everything to you.
Now, it’s 1:48a, and I have a five-page essay due tomorrow (today). I’ve written two sentences. I need to get working. #