Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress.
-breathes- I am so incredibly stupid. My way of dealing with stress is just to ignore it and go about doing my own lil damned thing.. Why the **** am I so stupid? In June, I missed 10/20 days.. I didn't go to classes today.. and I missed a math exam.. and a review.. and an assignment.. and last week I missed 4 quizzes.. And I'll never catch up on time.. I'm going to fail and over $10k in student loans is going to be gone to waste.. and what for? Because I was afraid of school.. afraid of stress.. god, I'm so stupid.
I seriously think I need to be medicated. Or institutionalized. My life is so screwed.. I have a stepmother that hates me.. that I only wish would LIKE me b/c I try so hard to like her.. I have all this residue from past friend/relation-ships that have ended that I just can't seem to come to terms with that it's over. I have $0.69 in my bank account. My mother ignores me. My brother's an idiot. I miss my dog that's been dead for three years. I can't get a job. I'm so *******ed scared of independence that it chokes me into seclusion. I'm scared to go outside when it's light out..
I'm 290 lbs of grotesque cellulite-ridden flesh. I can't care. The reason I'm half-insane right now is b/c I care too much of what other people think, or refuse to see, or think they see when it comes to me.
If I wasn't so worried that the kids I go to school with think I'm a fat slob, then I'd probably be there every day 9am-5pm, you know that? I feel like they're always staring at me.. saying "So.. she owns 5 pairs of pants, it's no wonder. Do they make sizes to cover those godawful thighs?"
I don't know what to do.. I'm going insane.. or I am already.. or something.




As a native Cape Bretoner I know that Canadian east coast inhabitants are the BEST people roaming this earth. I'd bet you a dollar you'd do just anything for anyone who needed it, such is the heart of an Islander. And you wouldn't stand to hear a friend talk about herself the way you have about yourself, right? You are NOT grotesque. You are beautiful, inside AND out. So you just stop that. 