theft

sat in an office. shaking, cold, crying. i looked around and thought "here goes my life, down the drain." did i ever think that the tears and story of my life would get me out of being expelled? never! are my conditions bad? not even close. i was looking at community service till May. now i have the option of seeing a counselor and financial aid. am i going to take it? probably not. i could not even be bothered. i cannot be bothered in discussing my family issues with a woman/man who works within the walls where i go to school. knowing that i'll walk down the hallways and maybe see them then think, 'they know my family issue.' that is definitely not my cup of tea, if i could even use that ancient term. either way, i just wish i could go back and follow my instinct. knowing that their wasn't enough people around to do it. but i did it anyway. well what's done is done but now it's time for me to get cracking. head in the books and start writing midterms and researching for my finals.

day light saving is killing me.

this depression is killing me.

this school is killing me.

my world is drowning me.