As some of you know, I'm in my sophomore year of college, and err... Yeah wow, things took a turn for the worse for it only being my second year. My depressive episodes have been longer. It's really hard to cope on the daily, and I'm stuck in a loop of ignoring big responsibilities just to survive an impending panic attack. Maybe I'll feel better after I have one. Such a random thing also, but my roommate has a weird sleeping habit. He clicks in his sleep; loud, sometimes quiet, rapid, continuous clicking. All. Night. Long. Until he wakes up sometime in the early afternoon. So I've been pulling more all-nighters, as I'm doing now, to avoid him. I mentioned this issue to him once, and he had no clue what I was talking about. I haven't spoken to him about it since. He doesn't need to know. So there we go, that's my life right now. Failing academics, lack of sleep, ruined sleep schedule... But at least I'm eating well and staying hydrated. I'm not the type to neglect my need to eat. I love food too much.

I'm no longer the type to vent online. I hate vents, I hate venting... It just feels so attention seeking, and that's in no way what I want. Consider this my personal diary entry that others can openly view if they care to pry. That's why I've decided to leave out plenty of finer details. This isn't for anyone else. This is for me. I really hate myself right now. I'm just hoping to look back on this when I no longer do. Until then... I live. Thanks for checking in. 💜 I'll be just fine.