I keep feeling like my family is basically telling me I'm not important enough to pay attention to.
Which is stupid, not only because I know that's not the case, but also because I'm 24 fucking years old. I'm too old to try to demand their time and attention and I shouldn't need their approval for anything.
But I have fucked up so much in my life, I just want to feel like they're proud of me for something.
Okay, obviously I have PMS. I'm sitting on my bed trying to study biology, but instead of actually studying, I'm crying/blogging while listening to Blue October and drinking.
On the upside, instead of being "raptured" yesterday, I saw three shooting stars. And I'm not wearing a bra, which always makes everything better. I'm torn between boycotting them and my fear of having saggy boobs at a young age.
Maybe once finals are over this week I will be capable of removing myself from the Pit of Despair. Until then, I will be continuing to mix Coke with very strong liquors in my freezy cup and fail at studying.
And maybe I'll come up with a funny story for you again soon. Because I'm really more anxiety-ridden than depressed and I feel it's important I be more entertaining than a cause for concern.
But that could also be the alcohol talking.