
my 22nd birthday is next Thursday. a week away. i've been really depressed lately, and i have linked it to my upcoming birthday. i feel like i've wasted a lot of time. i haven't been able to eat like a normal person for years, and i still fight an eating disorder every day. i spent three years at longwood, and dropped out. i did have some great times there that i will NEVER forget, but as far as the convential meaning of "succeeding", i definitely didn't. then i came home from longwood and during that summer i managed to make the biggest mistake of my life, one that will haunt me forever. in the midst of this, i got my own apartment with one of my sorority sisters/best friend in the Fan - she has since moved out to live with her parents and we don't speak anymore. from then on out, i absolutely lost my mind, was finally properly diagnosed with bipolar and anxiety disorder. so, i decided to try out vcu... not the best next step. i never went to class and ended up dropping out. in december i have severe kidney problems and multiple stones and now i'm left with hospital bills i can't pay. ALSO in december, my family fell apart because of some bad decisions that were made, and are resulting in jail time for one of my closest family members - this did NOT help the whole unstable/crazy thing i had going on. after i was well enough to stop writhing in pain from kidney stones, i worked at a job i hated for two months, and just recently started one that i LOVE, but i don't know how i'm ever going to pay the bills... it's a non-profit organization, which means TINY paychecks. and because of all of the crazy shit listed above, i'm afraid to actually meet NEW people, for fear of them realizing that i'm a MESS.
so to sum up, i am still:
-eating disordered (and still fat)
-quickly becoming anti-social
-a failure college-wise
-legally fucking insane
-$20,000+ in debt..
and i still don't know what i'm doing with my life.
i'm trying to pull myself together. i've got plans for this year. i'm looking for a better apartment, i'm trying hard to get my bills and student loans paid, and i really do want to go back to vcu in the fall to finish my english degree. and even though i think shrinks are full of shit, i'll keep going, and maybe something good will come of it, besides me paying someone 300 an hour to tell me shit i already know. and as for meeting new people and starting over, i'm clueless, and really just don't have the energy.
none of this stupid ranting has even began to scratch the surface. i must say though, that i have the most incredible boyfriend. he's been in love with me since we were 12, and he really is my rock in life. if i didn't have him, i wouldn't be here anymore, literally.
i'll stop blabbing now. this all probably makes no sense, since i'm on lots on sedatives.
the point is: i thought i'd be a lot further than this at 22.