College is hard. It's stressful. (I know. Duh, right?) Well, when you've been doing the college thing for 3 years prior to your first semester, you start to imagine that college won't be quite so hard. And then life throws you a curve ball. Fuck curve balls. At least I thought I would have a wicked support system. The boyfriend and I were doing really well when the semester started. Plus, a few people from my high school come here. If it had to be difficult, at least I would have a good time chilling out with people who cared about me. And then... the shit hit the fan. The boyfriend and I started fighting daily. Literally. There were like two weeks when we fought every single day. I became a hermit, like I always do, because I just needed to get an A in everything. (Different issue for a different day.) So, naturally, I just started to get really lonely and started clinging to the boyfriend even more. Unfortunately, that tactic wasn't exactly the best (duh) and we broke up for about a week. (It's probably more accurate to say that he broke up with me. That is how it happened.) Anyway, for the rest of the semester I've just been feeling so down.
Even though the boyfriend and I are working on things, nothing ever seems to get better.