Whoever knew that in one week, I'd be.... deceased?
Last Sunday, I left what was the first time I've been home since I moved into my dorm wishing to not go back to the struggling and broken life of a university student, but also the paranoia of having a part time job.
A few good things happened that week.
1: My first class was MWF was cancelled, and I got to sleep in.
2: Even though I was late for this lab experiment that I was supposed to do, I still got paid $5.
3: I got to rent and watch this really awesome queer movie.
4: I got to watch Ex Machina FINALLY.
5: I cleaned.
6: I danced.
Shoutout to those things for making me feel alive in a type of way, again.
But the shit that happened that was obscure and made me wanted to cry and made me feeling like dying....
1: The election. I'm happy I got to vote because that is a major factor that's important in life, however... We all know how it ended so I don't even want to go into detail on that.
2: Last Monday, my manager talked to me about how I apparently who shocked the shit out of everyone at the meeting with my... "presentation " of guest engagement and why aren't I like that in the store when I'm actually working. Actually, that wasn't a bad and I understand completely and believe me after that meeting, a young teacup is trying but... I.... hate how they're holding that on me now... Well, apparently because they never saw that from me and would love to see it around the store which is understandable cause it's part of the job...
3: Anyway, I've been avoiding my roommates, my friends on campus, and been really isolated with myself which isn't... I guess good but its not bad either. I just wanted to alone that's all.
So basically, this past week made me deceased and I want to cry and curl up in bed and watch cute movies and read adorable StormPilot fanfics and AU's and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Honestly, this seems more like an life update mainly because I did not want to take my journal out and write...
