I feel totally pointless.
I sleep too much, eat too much, spend too much time on the computer, and it's all adding up to me feeling useless and worthless and icky.
I'm tired all the time.
Before my meds, after my meds, just tired all the time.
This is likely because I don't DO anything, and am in desperate need of exercise.
I want some fucking coffee.
I want someone to hang out with.
I want a reason to get out of bed before noon.
I have to wake up for class tomorrow.
That will be painful.
But then I get to spend a long time playing with clay.
Which should be worth it.
I'm fucked for graduating when I was planning on doing so, and I'm still pissed about it.
I'll have 112 credits by the end of this summer, but I need 180 to graduate.
A maxed-out load of credits all next year will total me at 172 credits.
I believe I would willingly break someone's left leg to get those final eight credits without having to take still more classes I'm not interested in.
Dammit.
I sleep too much, eat too much, spend too much time on the computer, and it's all adding up to me feeling useless and worthless and icky.
I'm tired all the time.
Before my meds, after my meds, just tired all the time.
This is likely because I don't DO anything, and am in desperate need of exercise.
I want some fucking coffee.
I want someone to hang out with.
I want a reason to get out of bed before noon.
I have to wake up for class tomorrow.
That will be painful.
But then I get to spend a long time playing with clay.
Which should be worth it.
I'm fucked for graduating when I was planning on doing so, and I'm still pissed about it.
I'll have 112 credits by the end of this summer, but I need 180 to graduate.
A maxed-out load of credits all next year will total me at 172 credits.
I believe I would willingly break someone's left leg to get those final eight credits without having to take still more classes I'm not interested in.
Dammit.