Face The Music

This hasn't been a good school year. I said essentially the same thing last year too. I suppose the first two years of my college career royally suck then. I have no one but myself to blame though. Of course. I meant for this blog to be a place where I can be at ground-zero with my thoughts, but instead I just post funny pictures and videos because I've become afraid of typing onto the screen what's really been bothering me since I've graduated high school. I've gotten help in the form of a counselor for this semester. It's marginally helped. Marginally, mind you.

This post should be an honest spillage of words and confessions that I've been holding back all these months, but it won't be. I won't tell you about how behind I am in work despite it being the end of the semester, or how I might not be returning to Middlebury because of money and my recent academic failures, or even how I've been avoiding my family and friends in order to be alone. These concerns are staying locked away in my mind. I know that as soon as I voice them, they gain corporeal form and attempt to strangle the life out of me. Hell, I'm not saying any of this out loud, and I can already feel pressure wrapping itself around my throat.

I'm going home in a few hours. I'm screwed.