To start off, last night wasn't great. I met up with some people and of the six of them I only really know three of them well enough to be comfortable around. The other three were a guy and girl from my school who are friends with J, and then the girl's boyfriend. And the whole night was just crap. I don't know when exactly it changed, because I went into it feeling really optimistic. I don't know. I'm trying not to think about it too much and just wait for school tomorrow.
Today wasn't so great either, but it wasn't horrible. I spent the whole day in my room; I didn't have anything else to do and just felt too tired and blah. It was one of those days.
The thing is, I came home last night and told myself to just go to bed and everything would feel better in the morning. I was kind of freaking out about things with A. But when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel any better about it at all. And I ended up eating a huge breakfast, which is unusual for me and almost always emotionally fueled. And I was getting pissed at my mom easily all day. All bad signs.
So I'm going to go to bed early tonight and tomorrow I will go to school and everything's going to be fine and I'll realize I'm worrying over nothing and I can start feeling motivated to do something. I don't know when the last time I did my homework or cleaned my room was...
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