27 January 2015 Tuesday 7:26 pm
It's rather sad with the choice of last entry I posted of the year. It's just me bitching and being a whiny little baby. Oh well. This will be the first entry of the new year, ah, how late it is.
I just went through and read a bunch of my entries. They're rather mediocre, but it kinda did make me have so many feeling rush back to me that just pained me so…
Something tells me I shall start making more entries soon. It seems that I made entries when I had stuff to do. Because I didn't want to think of the stuff I had to do so I thought of my emotions and inner peril and thus became this weird fucking depressed person. My college classes this semester will probably be tougher.
It's sad, I know, but I had my English class for the first time today, and while in that class I thought, "I want to drop out. Perhaps I'm doing too much, and since this is a class where I'll be doing so much, I'll struggle." There was someone who wanted to add in but had to wait until Thursday in case someone dropped and I immdieatly (I cannot remember how to spell) thought, "you don't have to wait, I'm probably dropping." I felt ashamed for thinking that. I never thought I'd feel this way about an English class again. It's sad, I know. I'd much before an English class where I'm going the fictional writing, not reading it. Maybe I should drop. I'll ask for opinions.
I hope to improve as a singer and songwriting as I am taking a vocals class and a songwriting class. I'm also taking another acting class. I'm taking a math class just to get it over with (and it seems relatively easy). And I'm taking a psychology class because I really want to and I'm hoping to get abnormal psychology in a soon semester (it'll be the same teacher, and so far I love him, he's the perfect asshole in the sense that he is the kind of assholes that we need because they actually do make a good difference in the world).
Should I drop my English class? my chest feels so heavy…i don't know if i can do it
Journal entries from those teeny years to my now young adult self. Nonbinary and in a functionally dysfunctional family. I'll talk about mental health and LGBT+ problems a lot. I WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW: WE'RE NOT ALONE. I tried to write word-for-word what I had written, but being dyslexic, I have terrible handwriting. There will be many typos, but that is because I write/type my journal entries rather quickly.
