I must admit, I thought hormones fueled this slump and the fact I was due for my time of the month. Was that too much information? Probably. Sorry, it’s very hard to feel empathy when Satan’s waterfall is happening to you. Girls, you can relate. Boys, sorry; PMS = PISS. MEN. SYNDROME. And I’m guilty.
I thought senior year was supposed to be fun, yet I’m here not having fun. I’m stressed, tired, and just plain lost. I don’t know what to do. Literally absolutely no clue whatsoever on what is happening or what’s going to happen in my life.
Instead of the usual 5 classes, I’m only down to 4 and I only come to campus on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays so it’s not like I’m as busy as previous semesters. Actually, I’m not that busy at all. The workload this semester is actually pretty manageable. Maybe too manageable because the procrastination is real and I find myself not doing anything on my days away from campus.
In my head, I told myself I would take these days off from school and work and try to get my life together. If my room is a representation of my life than I’m screwed.
Ugh. I don’t like this adult life. I want a refund.
Anyways, I’m on campus now and it’s about 19 degrees in Boston right now but it feels like 5 below so I’m cold and grumpy.
Hope your day is better than mines.