My entire semester is falling apart. I don't do any of the necessary reading or studying, and my grades are consistently falling. Graduate students should be capable of actually doing their studies, yes?
I'm 99.467% certain that I have sunk into another bought of depression as I am prone to do. So I have to go see a doctor, and he's going to tell me everything I already know, and I get to pay for the privilege. Then he's going to give me meds that he says will help - and they might - but I hate taking meds.
But if I don't do all this that I hate, I'm going to flunk out of a $6000-per-semester program.
Meantime, I cry day in and day out. I'm addicted to what little bits of communication I can eke out from my digital acquaintances. I get nothing done, and I see too little daylight.
Time to go etch pretty patterns in my skin.
Posted by anonymous at February 13, 2004 11:10 PM | TrackBack