Deaf Studies Major at CSUN.
Im that queer goth kid that wanted to fuck up the system and never really grew out of it. Bats, owls, AFI, Batman,Pomps, ASL, Punk Rock, Deaf Studies and cemetaries.
My education book is keepin it real
oh hey look A TEXTBOOK SAYS THIS
I hijacked the title of one of my favorite songs, only cause with how my brain works it fits. No matter how well things are going a panic slowly creeps into me. Making me doubt everything, every relationship, every interaction, every motivation, and then of course I have to go and fuck things up. My therapist thinks it’s cause I’m depressed but I don’t agree. I’m not depressed I just have nothing to look forward to right now. I miss school. I miss interactions with people. The people at my job are nice enough but I don’t feel comfortable a lot of the time. It really bothers me that I don’t have any friends in the town I live in. I have one but they work a lot, so it’s hard to hang. I had a nice thing going and I blew it. Blah. I’m 23 and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I hate feeling like I put burdens on people or bother them. I need to find a job. I need to be able to support myself. I feel shitty for my mom paying my medical bills and shit. This has just been a giant rant and I don’t feel better. My hand hurts a fucking lot and I’m dreading going to work. Not like oh I don’t want to go to work. No it’s I’m sick to my stomach stressed out and terrified to go to work. Fuck fuck fuck ugh