Spilling my thoughts onto a public platform because the sole paper that determines whether I graduate is due in three days.

Is there a set list of criteria that one must have in order to be ostracized? Because I feel like there is one, but the outcome of who really stands out (for better or for worse) is arbitrary to a degree.

Sometimes, I think that I have the strength to finally withdraw from the prescription medication I’ve been taking. Of course, when I try and skip one or two days, I feel compelled to strangle everyone that frustrates me. So I guess I’ll keep taking them.

I don’t know why I feel so comfortable opening this stuff up on a public forum. Maybe that’s why people act as if they know me.

Everyone’s back from college for Winter break, but there are definitely some people that I’m skeptical about seeing again.

Taking three semesters worth of work in one semester sucks.

I’m convinced that no amount of foreign chemicals will get my head out of the clouds.

I hate the pressure that I feel to go to college somewhere that justifies the piles of work that I put myself under as a senior in high school.

I’m tired of having to be there for people who are several times removed from reality. I don’t understand why I feel responsible for keeping them in check to begin with. I guess that’s because I live with three other people who are several times removed from reality. 

I can’t stand those people that give absolutely no regard for any moral principles pertaining to respecting someone else as a friend…who still dare to call me a friend. I don’t ask anything material of a friend…I just ask for basic regard and the right to my own privacy and comfort. Apparently, that’s too much to ask for.

I don’t want to wait until mid-March to hear back from colleges that I’m seriously considering.

I can spend all day listening to Bartok, Mahler, George Gershwin, Tchaikovsky, Debussy, Beethoven, and Rachmaninoff. Over and over and over and over again.

I am constantly finding myself at the crossroads of what I want and what I know is going to happen. I hate being right when something unfolds as I predict it will.