I had to go home for a few days after the whole ‘incident’ late Monday night. I had practically broken down and needed to get away from Uni for a bit. I don’t know if it’s just the stress of third year but I just really want it to be over now. I’ve got three months left and then I’m done.
As much as I’m fed up with it now, I know that I’ll miss it but I just can’t handle the constant pressure at the moment. There’s too much going on all at once and I deadlines are all overlapping other priorities. Continue reading
Tonight was the first time in my life that I’ve physically screamed at another human beings. And I hated it. I meant very word I said, but I hated myself afterwards. Not for what I’d said, but just at the sheer shock of how easily I exploded tonight. It terrified me.
Today is not a good day for me but I tried to put on a brave face. Was started out as an okay night, a night where I actually left the seclusion of my own bedroom and sat in the lounge with the rest of my housemates, ended in a full on row with one of them. It began as a minor disagreement, then a bicker, then an argument and then World War III within a second. Continue reading
There are some days where all you want to do is cry. Today is one of those days for me. I don’t know why I’m crying, to be honest, all I know is that I’m not particularly happy and that it’s working as some form of therapy for me at the moment.
I know there must be a reason behind it – there’s always a reason – but a part of me is scared that, that reason is more than I’d like it to be. I figure it’s probably something to do with the depression and anxiety I’m feeling at the moment and that they’re possibly making my emotions more erratic than usual. I’m an emotional person as it is but constantly crying is a little more worrying than the odd down day. Continue reading