Halfway

through the semester now. I really don't feel like I've learned too much of anything, but I know I've done an assload of work. Strange, really. I have finally taken the time to start going to therapy. I really hope that it is helpful to me because all I really need is to waste time, right? No, really, I need this to work so I can function correctly. I want to wake up in the morning feeling at least as good as when I went to sleep, but lately the opposite has been the case and it takes me half the day to feel decent about anything. Sometimes longer. This sounds familiar, doesn't it? Yes, I have been through this kind of thing before, but I swear this is the last time. No more will I let my life suffer because of the way I feel, at the very least I want to learn to separate the two, so that is why I finally went. Wish me luck if anyone is reading this.