pessimist.
Because I think everyone has a little bit of pessimism in them…
I’m venting starting now:
I am broke. I have money. But please realize that I’m a college student. I have not nearly enough for groceries for the next 2 weeks. I have problems managing my finances. I have a problem with shopping. I need money now, not at the end of august. I hate asking my parents for money. I hate the decision I made buying junk and eating out last week. I hate packing. I hate unpacking. I hate all the clutter in my apartment right now. Hence, I’m at work right now, and it’s my only time to vent. I hate that I can’t breath through my nose because of all the dust that’s accumulated from packing. I cannot wait for this Thursday to be over, but I know these next 4 days are going to be as slow as snails. I have finals and I’m burnt out from summer school. Oh, what a perfect time to be burnt out. I have a project that the professor just decided to spring upon us friday. I don’t care. I’ve pretty much given up on being surprised by the unexpected when it comes to these classes. I miss my brother. He’s starting school in a few weeks, and I hate having to miss his first day, again. I miss having to do absolutely nothing for one day. For one day!! I’ve gotten no sleep. Actually, I got 2.5 hours last night. It’s been weeks since I’ve gotten 7-8 hours of a good night’s sleep. I don’t know what tired is anymore because I’ve been walkingmarathoning around, a cross between a zombie and a businesswoman with endless deadlines. Once, a while ago, I thought I’d be stressed free for a few hours or a couple days. Nope. It doesn’t happen. No time to relax. All the time to force myself to attend to everything. everything sucks. nothing rocks. I’m over this school screwing me over. I’m over “friends” who don’t support me as much as I do them. That really sucks, especially since I’ve always been there for them. No details, drama is just a cover for fakeness and immaturity, and that’s not who I am. You just need to know who I am. I am a pessimist. Not a full-fledged Debbie Downer, but close to it if I don’t get off work soon and pass out on my bed. With all my clutter around me. I can be an optimist, but no, not right now. Not today. Probably not this week, at least not until Thursday is over.
The End. My most pessimistic blog I’ve ever written. And I haven’t written many so don’t get so turned off. I’m going through a rough patch. Please feel sorry for me. Just for a few seconds or something.
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