*is pathetic and sensitive but also a giant asshole*
24 years old. Queer. Indiana/New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
One of the secret doors of the Stift Admont library, Austria.
today: up early. edit CV. shower & breakfast. take care of friend’s dog. 10 am meeting with advisor. back to walk dog. home: ethics assignment. lunch. yoga. LOG WORK HOURS. volunteer? homework? THERE IS TOO MUCH. at 6:30 just give up and have pizza night.
I am really upset at my own inability to manage my time lately. Ugh fuck.
yes I am a loser and my eating disorder reared its ugly head and prompted a crying fit about how my legs look 4x as big as they did three months ago and now I am hiding in my boyfriend’s closet playing games on my iPhone even though the plan had been to go grocery shopping and make dinner for David when he gets home
Maybe I can still do that…uugh
I’m really lonely. I think I need to go outside but I’m overwhelmed. And I’m terrified that if I have a crappy first day home, or a crappy first week, I’m going to ruin my whole year.