Sep 25
If I could just get myself undepressed, maybe I could get somewhere
Between the horrible things happening at school and the horrible things happening at home, I can’t get shit done, nor can I seem to drag myself out of this constant depression.
At school, I fail test after test, no matter how mentally prepared I am, how well I know the material, or how good I am at the subject. I can’t seem to turn in homework assignments that are coherent, even after putting hours of work into them, and I’m basically a total fucking wreck.
At home, my neighbors keep me up until 12:00 or 1:00 most nights with their constant partying and other stupidity (it’s 12:20, and the complex about 100 yards away is playing music so loud that I can almost pick out the lyrics.) Then my neighbors or my roommates wake me up again at 8, at the latest, no matter how late I want to sleep. Plus, what sleep I do seem to get is troubled as hell.
Frankly, I’m really wondering why I bothered to come back at all. If I had known that my life was going to fall apart, I would have stayed in Twin so I could have done it in the privacy of my own home.
Maybe I really did just come to college to fail. Oh well, at least it will shut everybody the fuck up, either way.
Oh, and on top of it all, my hosting company is fucked again. Big shock, since the switch not a week has gone by that they haven’t managed to fuck something up. I guess that’s what I get for trusting goons - after the whole ‘911 dispatcher’ debacle, I should have known better. Fuck.