I am suffocating myself. I'm drowning in my own filth.

Why do I have two cats, a dog, and soon to be a roommate in a two-bedroom apartment?
There's no room to breathe.

I haven't cleaned in at least a week or two.

I'm good at feigning happiness.

I'm good at being somewhere loud when my parents call to see what I'm up to.

I miss being thirteen, or seventeen or whatever age that was where I always felt so excited about life.

Now I just feel frantic. Pressured. Like time's moving too fast and I'm wasting all of mine.

I shouldn't be with Ben right now. I love him, but I don't know if I can handle it. He's great but he's a boyfriend you know? Relationships come with a whole new package of complications. I go on and off about this all of the time.

I can't figure out what the fuck to do about school. Can't figure it out to save my life. And I've had no inspiration lately to do so. You should see my schedule for this upcoming semester. It's hilarious. I don't even know why I signed up.

Sometimes I wonder if I need a therapist.

Just a pointer from a stranger.
If I were you...I'd look at all the stresses you don't need to stress or think about...and let them go. Write it down for later, and focus on what you need to do.
Maybe that'll help you, maybe not. -shrug-
» Unicornasaurus on 2008-07-27 11:45:01

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