It's so funny how I haven't been in here for over 2 years.
I'm in my last semester, hopefully. I didn't end up transferring. I never mentioned that before but I wish I transferred to a different college. Georgia State is really not the vibe. I just didn't feel like going through the paperwork.
I'm so struggling to get through this semester. I've calmed down since last year when I had a mental breakdown. This semester, I'm grieving. Grieving the person I wanted to be and settling for the person I'm about to be. I'm about to be a college educated woman with little to no achievements. I have 1 tiny scholarship to brag about, but other than that I've been off my game. Crazy how I used to want to go to these big schools that definitely would've burned me out.
I'm thinking about a masters in communications. I need some time off. But the longer I wait the harder it will be for me to have a fresh recommendation. I need to make moves take actions in the roles I have and could shine in marketing. UGGGH. I know what I want to do, just don't have the will to do it. Where I can I get the will? I need to go on a walk. My gut is probably blocked and usually when my gut is blocked I have this problem.
Seriosuly I could fix every issue I'm having my sleeping, cleaning my gut, and taking a relaxing walk. I just have trouble relaxing knowing so many things I have to do, but don't want to do will take time away from my hobbies. For example, I've neglected my internet life. I used to be pretty up-to-date on here, now I have no idea what is happening.
I feel like starting a new account rather than picking up where I left off. I feel like that about my life. Just drop out of everything. Get the job, get started and give up the stupid college stuff. I never wanted to go to college. I used to think I was strong enough on my own without college, then I completely lost it. I love that I have memories on here, so many things I forgot I had written about. My feelings not lost to time or my loud ramblings when I'm in my room alone.
I'm going to graduate and it would be better if I had less things to regret. Less grief to bear. I have an opportunity for my future. It just get clouded whenever I get sleeply like I am now. I want to sleep, but I also want write. I want to be a writer. Maybe creative writing degree would be better. I just need to post some of my short stories but I'm always worried about plagarism on here.
That's the update. Maybe now my future is real, the past couple years I thought about ending it all, I stopped looking forward which why I am where I am.
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Looking Forward to the Future
Não ficçãoThis is me picturing my future collage life. My first dream school has always been Stanford, but then it changed to the University of Chicago. I got rejected from UChicago, and now I come here when I need to get my anxiety out.