Cowering On the Edge of Miserable. Trying not to fall in.

Stress mostly. Paper due Thursday, but I'm so upset over it because no matter what I do I'm not going to get a good grade. It's the way my school is structured. I need serious help to figure out how to be a good legal writer, but the only way to get help is to take a class where a paper is the grade for the class. It's super frustrating.

I wish I had any type of support system, like mentally/emotionally, even a teeny tiny support system. Even a one person support system. Today, I was so desperate I attempted to talk to my mother. It lasted less than a few minutes and made me feel even more horrible.

My mom is supportive financially. Emotionally/mentally I'd have to say she's the exact opposite of supportive. It's always been this way. In other words, I should've known trying to talk to her about anything would blow up in my face.

UGH.

In random observance , I'm really glad Texts From Last Night wasn't popular when I was in college. Though I'm sure I composed many worth sharing with the world.

And, yes, right this very moment, I'm procrastinating on a whole new level.

Structure? I need it.


"Now baby holla at me tell me what U miss'n
I can put in work from every position
From the kitchen table, 2 the bedroom floor"
-Jamie Foxx