In the most unexpected place...

I've really considered making a blog since I was 13 years old. I'm almost 19 now and I think that all my pressure cause by every day issues I endure would be a little relieved if I write them down. I don't care for strangers reading them. I really don't. My name is Paola. I'm a college student. I live for a purpose that I have not found yet.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

College

Today I've come to the conclusion that I'm too depressed to even function as a student.
I'm really giving little to no interest in the things I do.
I want to talk to my mother about me dropping out of college. I want to get into therapy. Go to arto school or to culinary school. Follow my passions. At the college I'm in I feel depressed and alone. And my energy get drained every time they ask me to do college work. I don't know whats happening to me.

In other news. My sister has been hospitalized for about 10 days at the psychiatric hospital. I miss her, I've always been there for her. But since some time ago I've become to self centered to notice anything wrong in her.

I feel like crying all the time. Blaming others and wanting to die. I can't die, there must be a space, an important space for me in the future. I just want to feel like I'm worth it.