February

It's February. I don't know where my posts have gone in the last month. I sit down and intend to write but I just can't do it, nothing comes streaming out my fingers to put on the page. This morning, I woke up early, well early for me, and left my room to go hide in the caverns of the library. I hid in the darkness till almost 9:30, and left to go have counseling.
Too bad I don't believe in drugs, or I'd already be on them. That's the only conclusion I have made from 45 minutes of tears and saying, again, that my family is the reason that I am fucked up.
I have so much homework to do, none of which is getting done fast enough, or good enough. At school I don't fit in anymore. I just think Concordia is terminating me, before I can terminate it.
All I really need right now is a reboot. Something to get me back on my feet. Something to help me get through the next 3 months.
I hate writing posts like this. But sometimes, you can't prevent the words that your fingers type on screen. Your subconscious just takes over all your motor skills and you just have to go with it.
Don't hit delete. Don't say no. Just go.