I went back to school today and regretted it immediately upon entering the building. My head hurt, I was nauseous, and I was beyond tired. Within the first hour of school, I could feel myself slipping. I had to go to the bathroom during baking to get myself together and not break down in tears. The worst part is, I don’t even know why I was so upset.
I had my sociology exam, I probably did fine, but it felt like I wasn’t comprehending the questions, my eyes were just reading the words.
In creative writing, my teacher asked if anyone had not started their short story yet. Obviously, everyone has, but because I have my workshop soon he came up and asked if I had mine and if I would share it with him (we use google docs in the class). I had to lie and say it was handwritten and that I’ll type it up over the weekend. How was I supposed to tell him that I haven’t started it yet because I thought I would have killed myself before the deadline? I couldn’t.
I’m still not sure if I’ll be around for the deadline, but I should probably start it just in case.
I don’t really have much to say today, everything is kind of numb. This is sort of turning more into a diary/journal type thing, so whatever.