So I am very, very stressed and about to be stressed-er. Tomorrow is going to be a killer. I feel like I have lost my grip on this thing. I don't know how many classes I've skipped or how many things I haven't turned in. I have tons of things undone and I'm just too tired to do them. Finals are coming up and I'm scared. I am afraid that I will make terrible grades in my first semester of college. But it's not like i'm a studious person who comes home and goes over the notes and does her homework. I'm a slacker. And this time I can't get away with it by being smart.

I feel like my chest and ribcage are being serrated by this tight physical pressure. I have lost control and I feel like there's no point in starting to get my act together. I'm panicking about registering for classes because, as usual, I'm late. I'm panicking about the art school and I'm just all-together bummed. I can't remember October. I can't even remember what's happened this month.


when am I going to stop waiting to start living?


also...I put up new stuff on my other account, but no one really commented (I mean of you guys.) I posted a journal about how I got accepted into the art school, but only one or two of you answered, leading me to think my other account isn't really looked at ever. I guess maybe it was a bad idea.