I’m disappointed in myself. Disappointed in myself for not keeping up with this blog. I had high hopes for it, really. I still do. But I’m still waiting on someone to figure out why keeping a blog is so damn difficult. 463 more words
It doesn’t feel as if it was been that long. But at the same time, if I look at the countdowns I have on my phone (32 days before Stage 1 and 144 days before Get Out), it seems as if these eight weeks were spent just in my bed. 1,469 more words
Or rather climbing my way out of the pit I dug for myself.
Due to my stubbornness to admit I had a really huge depression issue all last year, I now have to fight the powers that be at my school for the right to my financial aid for the coming year. 134 more words