![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Aug. 20th, 2007 01:53 pmWell, I'd say it's been a little bit since I'd last posted.
Yay for me, entering senior year in high school next week. I'm already stressing about writing my stupid essays (nine! C'mon now!). Remind me why so many people want to go to college now? It doesn't seem incredible right now.
My best friend died on what superstitious people say was supposed to be the luckiest day (07/07/07). I miss her so much, and it physically hurts when I remember that I won't be able to talk to her ever again. She's one of the main reasons I've made it this far, and now that I'm off my meds for awhile, I don't know what to do without her. Right before we learned she died, I saw someone at Old Navy that reminded me so much of her, I was going to call her and tell her all about... everything. And then we got the call. I'm starting to tear up just thinking about it, and I hate that. It shouldn't have happened, she had everything going for her, and suddenly what was supposed to be strep just knocks her down. Fuck. Just fuck.
I'm getting really nervous about how I'm going to survive this year. My schedule looks like hell, and I don't know if I can handle it while working as a receptionist at the vet clinic four days a week. Guess we'll find out, right? Wish me luck,
Fala
Yay for me, entering senior year in high school next week. I'm already stressing about writing my stupid essays (nine! C'mon now!). Remind me why so many people want to go to college now? It doesn't seem incredible right now.
My best friend died on what superstitious people say was supposed to be the luckiest day (07/07/07). I miss her so much, and it physically hurts when I remember that I won't be able to talk to her ever again. She's one of the main reasons I've made it this far, and now that I'm off my meds for awhile, I don't know what to do without her. Right before we learned she died, I saw someone at Old Navy that reminded me so much of her, I was going to call her and tell her all about... everything. And then we got the call. I'm starting to tear up just thinking about it, and I hate that. It shouldn't have happened, she had everything going for her, and suddenly what was supposed to be strep just knocks her down. Fuck. Just fuck.
I'm getting really nervous about how I'm going to survive this year. My schedule looks like hell, and I don't know if I can handle it while working as a receptionist at the vet clinic four days a week. Guess we'll find out, right? Wish me luck,
Fala
