I just got done talking--well, typing to my friend Mason about how awful these last couple weeks have been. How awful, you say? Awful enough to have to leave class to escape into a bathroom and cry multiple times a day. A lot of times, I don't even make it to the bathroom before my lip begins to tremble and the tears threaten to fall over my lashes. The bathrooms aren't even an escape. They're just a place to hide my face from other curious student while I allow myself a moment of weakness. I can't "escape" from what's upsetting me if I'm in the very building that's got me so stressed.
I'm taking about school. Uggh. I'm too tired to type about it. I'll make a post tomorrow.
Let's just hope I have another dream like the one of Josh last night.
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