I’ve been MIA for a very, very long time. A lot’s been going on. With working, and getting ready to go off to college, I found it hard to keep up with my posts. Now I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t the first time. But unlike the rest of those other times, I just couldn’t find the time to sit and write, so here I am. (because I know you’re all dying to read what I have to say, also, what a shit excuse.) I’m in college now, it’s amazing. I love the campus, I love the people, I love the new friends I’ve allowed myself to make, I love my classes. Except for Statistics of course! because, FUCK MATH. and FUCK stats. But I need it for my major so you know, gotta suck it up!
anyway, I don’t really know what to write. It’s been such a long time, well my mental health! yes, how’s that? you ask. Well right now, it’s not doing so well, like I mentioned in a post from a while back, when I was in middle school or high school, I’d allowed myself mental health days throughout the week, just to keep up with my mental state. But I’ve come to find out that in college, I can’t just call out, or have my mom call out and tell them I’m sick. Because my professors don’t give a fuck about my mental state. or if show up or don’t show up.
woah, I had a panic attack yesterday in my psychology class, I’m blessed it was psychology, because everyone understood and my professor was just so nice and so sweet and just so amazing about it. it wasn’t a big deal, he understood. which was pretty fucking awesome.
I have atleast two or three emotional breakdowns each day. which is pretty cool! I have a lot to say, but I’m just going to leave this here for a while. I’m back. And worse, so stick around.
p.s. There’s this girl. She’s a badass, and beautiful, and caring, and funny, and she makes me laugh, she gets my jokes, we can make fun or each other and say stupid things and laugh about it. we’re in likes. (I’ve been saying weird shit like this for months now) BUT. she hasn’t yet figured out who SHE is yet. WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE. Because I’m having fun and she’s having fun I think, and we’re both happy when we’re together. There is no rush to put labels on anything, we’re having fun and trying to figure things out so that’s pretty cool.
If you’ve noticed at this point in this whole post, because as I’m reading this, I’m realizing that I’ve become a shit writer, but that’s okay! I was never good to begin with!
Thanks for giving a fuck!