I can’t believe that I’m crying over this, but I am.
Now I’m positive that I’m either forgotten or not wanted. Everyone in my sorority who lives in my apartment complex, except me.
Except me. That’s how my life always is.
I’ve been posting a lot on my main blog, and I just…need to talk here?
I don’t know what the hell is up with my brain right now- whether it’s simply a reaction to not really eating all day or something more serious. I’m jittery and I can’t concentrate, but I’m not really depressed (which is a nice difference, for once). I guess the best description would be manic, but I haven’t been properly manic for a long time so…
It’s just- I’ve started 4 headcanons and an essay on how I became a sports fan (and now I want to turn that into writing about how angry I get when it’s assumed that since I’m not a typical jock I can’t “understand” sports.)
I should eat dinner.
J’ai besoin d’un embrassade.
A lot.
My depression is funny-I’ll be fine for weeks, completely normal, then one day, with no noticable trigger, I’ll be down in the dumps.
I’m hoping it’s just stress, which means that I’ll be back to “normal” quickly.
I should really get off Tumblr for a while. It’s beginning to set of my anxiety attacks again, and I really can’t afford for that to happen right now. Only problem is that I want to keep up with everyone, but I can’t. I just can’t. I have got to take control again.
Why did I tell him that much?
It all just came spilling out of my mouth. All of it. I’m normally so careful, so guarded, but…
I wasn’t even drinking!
Sitting here in the library doing nothing but staring at my computer to keep from going back to my apartment. Yay?
