My stress levels are about as up and down as my circadian rhythm.
I’ve changed my major (for the second and hopefully last time).
I really, REALLY despise math. I see no point in it right now and how it will help me in my major, other than basic things. I would love to be done with it now.
Espresso and chocolate have become two major players in my diet.
I need more art in my life, including the chance to make it and indulge myself completely in it. I don’t care as long as it’s tangible.
Freshman year really is the most stressful, I think I’ve gained my “freshman 15” and then some in the past month since the semester has started.
I want to win the lottery and pay off school and save some for future semesters, and then help my mom out a bit.
I want to get lost in a beautiful book.
I need a hug.
I know that things in my life will get better, but these rough days are just the exchange I get for having some pretty awesome days at the beginning of this week. And I’m okay with that.
Yoga, I should start doing that.