Woke up this morning feeling extremely uneasy. I haven’t been excited to go back for weeks now and finally the day has come where I have to. The past two months have been so amazing after some of the hardest shit the first part of this year. I don’t know why I’m this down about going back but I really don’t like it. I guess I’m scared for my future. I have no clue what I’m doing.. I’ve spent 3 years just going along in school like it’s nothing and now it’s time to make real decisions. I’ve blocked out everything by keeping myself extremely busy all summer. I just want to listen to sad music and cry all day and then I want someone to hold me and tell me everything will be okay. I fucking hate more than anything when I get like this.
I know myself though and most likely a week from now I’ll be perfectly fine but as for now I’m one sad puppy.