I honestly don’t care to walk at graduation tomorrow. I’m really nervous because my graduating class is so big and with all of their families there too my social anxiety will be heightened when I walk across the stage while it feels like they’re all staring me down. I hope I don’t trip. Plus 4-5 hours of being in an enclosed space with people I’m not fond of doesn’t sound too appealing to me. But hey, I survived four years of that so what’s one more day. On the bright side, after it’s over I won’t have to see most of those kids ever again. Oh AND I’m seeing Fall Out Boy a few hours later.
“Fiscally conservative but socially liberal” is a hip, trendy way of saying “I still think poor kids are being too grabby with this whole ‘wanting food’ thing, but I also like weed.”
So my roommate was actually the one to reach out to me. I don’t know how much we have in common but I at least feel like we will get along.
So roommate info is out and of course when I search for my roommate on fb she doesn’t even have a fucking profile picture. So much suspense. I can’t even see what type of music or tv shows she likes. Yikes, I’m still nervous.
It would be really awesome if my roommate and I share interests and have a lot in common but honestly, I just hope whoever she is, that she’s not crazy and that we will at least get along.
Like I currently feel like there’s a demon raging inside of me and I feel compelled to scream at the top of my lungs in frustration.
I’ve been on the verge of panic attacks too often these past few days. I know the main source is my anticipation for college. I’m just really, really nervous. I got my room assignment today but I don’t know who my roommate is yet. I can only hope it’s someone I’ll get along with.
I hate when I get this way, where I can’t finish processing any of my thoughts and end up flustered. I want to bang my head against a wall. I don’t want to think at all.
I don’t want to be me anymore.