I think it’s a known fact by now that I do not like to go to school. I’ve found some aspects of it to be enjoyable over time, like hanging out with my friends and doing extracurricular activities. However, I still get tired of waking up at 5:25 in the morning to get to school at a time I want. It’s not “scary” to go to school. like it was for me freshmen year, it’s just annoying.
This post was originally supposed to be about how much my few couple of days were kind of sucking, and how I thought the first couple of hours of my September 12th, 2019 was just that.
I really thought going into senior year would be fun and carefree, but I’m actually kind of feeling as I did when I first entered high school.
It’s my blog’s three-year anniversary!
Even though I don’t post as often as I should, this blog has served as my aid whenever I was in need. It was always behind me no matter what.
Wow, I didn’t realize that I would have to start thinking about what I was going to do with my life.
Today has been very, very interesting… in a bad way.
To make it short, I kind of had a breakdown/panic attack which I haven’t had in a long time. I’m not the type to showcase my emotions and lose control over them often so it was unusual that I did.
I use to have extreme anxiety. I was always anxious about an upcoming test, a lengthy homework assignment, or having to do anything outside of my comfort zone. My mood could be turned all the way around just because of a new task I was faced with. All I could think about is what I had to do and I would only be relived once I completed it. This would lead to some unreasonable choices that wouldn’t benefit me in the end.
I haven’t posted in six months. Oops. This is going to be a really quick post since I just want to update whoever reads this on my life.
Let’s get this straight. I’m not the person to accuse someone. I don’t get angry, and I let a lot things slide. But this time, I’m furious, and it’s because of my mess of an older sister.
To begin with, I wouldn’t say I was robbed, or at least I was robbed in the way you wouldn’t normally think of. I wasn’t jumped and forced to give up my belongings, rather I poorly secured my belongings, allowing excuses of people to scavenge through them.
Let me explain.