pretty much freaking out.
how am i supposed to plan my life at 22?
i get it, i’m about to graduate so i need to “make plans”.
my mom acts like staying in asheville would be the most batshit crazy thing i could ever do. as if an internship with the democratic national convention over the summer will be totally life changing… like working as one of thousands of interns can compete with other opportunities i’m digging up for myself.
right now i’m an intern at manna foodbank working to help end food insecurity, which this region is #3 in the nation for, by the way. they are offering me a summer internship position and i could even do special work with the VA hospital, basically letting me test run if i’d be emotionally equipped to do something more intense like counseling vets.
then there’s the fact that all of the added pressure from my parents trying to get me to move back home is making it hard to focus on the tasks at hand: passing my classes so i can graduate, keeping depression and anxiety at bay, and appreciating myself more.
ugh, i just need a break and my spring break has passed already.
frig.
“I need to stop venting to my friends and to start seeing the school psychologist.”
Yeah, I feel that.
my hair looks like the modified-for-a-woman version of wolverine’s.
i can’t breathe through my nose. my right eyeball is throbbing. obviously i have severe allergies.
i need to write an essay on walden or civil disobedience or some transcendental shit, which i love reading & pondering but right now i just want finding nemo and sleep.
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