I started talking to you back in December. You solicited me. It’s funny, my dorm friend had brought you up. We started with other stuff. I kept getting calls from a girl I had just broken up with, so we talked about that. After that, we talked about college stuff. I got deferred from Yale, so it’s still remotely possible, but I’m not set on Yale. Columbia, UChicago, and Pomona are my next tier, and then Berkley, UCLA, Amherst, Wesleyan, NYU and Georgetown. I am not set on Yale. I’d be so happy at Columbia or UChicago. Pomona is cool and I have friends going there, but it’s so close to home. I would opt out. I don’t want to be in LA; I want to get away. You want some advice? Maybe just ignore him, that’s what I’m doing with my ex. No blocking …show more content…
But I’ve decided to stop thinking about it. There are millions of women alive, right? I’m sure I’ll meet different girls if I try; I just need to get out of this insular community. Yeah I’m still fine, really. It’s easy to stay busy here; it leaves little time to think about how one feels. But I’m fine. I’m not sad. I hope that’s not the first impression people take from me. I don’t see myself as a sad person. It’s just been a particularly sad time in my life. My sister’s a freshman. No, I have no idea what kind of kid she is. I haven’t lived with her since she was in 6th grade. She’s a good kid though. I’m sorry about that too. I know how feel, not having family around. It’s not easy being …show more content…
Yeah, they were bad pillows. The new one is making me look forward to spending the rest of my life in bed. My life has never been so good, idk. For some months now I’ve been convinced I died and am in a weird twilight zone episode. Maybe it’s the pills, I was told they were recalled. ⟿ ⟿ ⟿ Sorry, I just got out of the hospital. I had a manic episode. I was in the episode all this week. Sorry, I need to get to class now. I dropped french by the way, placed out. I’m going home because I need to just not be stressed, and since I figured out I’m bipolar. And I can’t be there for my gf. Sorry you’re feeling alone in Spain, just think happy thoughts. But I hope you feel better. I won’t. I feel awful and am in bed all the time, but so it goes. I feel so dreadful, like I just want to curl up and not exist. I just don’t know how I’m going to go back to Columbia and do high stress work. I can’t even make myself get up in the morning. I’m literally withering away, when I’m supposed to be making a recovery. Maybe I’m just lazy and not cut out for the rigors of life, you