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Geez, I haven't gotten on here in forever. Guess it's time for an update...
Yesterday, May 5th, I finally hit bottom. It wasn't that sudden, I knew this was coming. I live in a house that depresses me, working a job I really don't like so that I can continue living in my depressing house with my roommates who I don't feel like I can be happy with. I've lost myself, my friends, what few ambitions I had, and largely an entire year of my life. And what was it for? A dream, an idea, something I thought I wanted more than anything. Unfortunately, it didn't feel the same about me. So when I woke up yesterday morning to this world, my health was all I could say I had going for me. Then I threw up. I threw up a lot. Shortly after my fourth fit of puking, my parents showed up and took me to Georgia to celebrate my brother Christian's birthday.
My parents stole my cellphone. They don't want me talking to anyone, actually they don't want me talking to someone. They say it'll be easier, I say it'll make it worse. I guess we'll see.
I'm tired, I'm lonely, I'm depressed, and I wanna go home. Unfortunately, I like the people I work with. But do I like them enough to go back to St. Augustine? I don't know. I guess we'll see if I feel up to it on Monday.
Oh well, whining on livejournal won't do me any good.
Yesterday, May 5th, I finally hit bottom. It wasn't that sudden, I knew this was coming. I live in a house that depresses me, working a job I really don't like so that I can continue living in my depressing house with my roommates who I don't feel like I can be happy with. I've lost myself, my friends, what few ambitions I had, and largely an entire year of my life. And what was it for? A dream, an idea, something I thought I wanted more than anything. Unfortunately, it didn't feel the same about me. So when I woke up yesterday morning to this world, my health was all I could say I had going for me. Then I threw up. I threw up a lot. Shortly after my fourth fit of puking, my parents showed up and took me to Georgia to celebrate my brother Christian's birthday.
My parents stole my cellphone. They don't want me talking to anyone, actually they don't want me talking to someone. They say it'll be easier, I say it'll make it worse. I guess we'll see.
I'm tired, I'm lonely, I'm depressed, and I wanna go home. Unfortunately, I like the people I work with. But do I like them enough to go back to St. Augustine? I don't know. I guess we'll see if I feel up to it on Monday.
Oh well, whining on livejournal won't do me any good.