December 7th, 2005
It's 3AM, And I'm A Mess
Can't really figure out what is wrong with me these days.
For
starters, my sleep schedule is all screwed up. I've been having
this terrible cough since right about Thanksgiving, and it's really
annoying me. My throat doesn't hurt, and I'm definitely not sick
(flu like sick symptoms, virus, etc.), but I keep coughing up huge
balls of phlegm, which my body has decided it will produce at about 10X
the normal rate, making it virtually impossible to sleep lying down
without some sort of aid. As a result, less sleep during the
night means more daytime naps, and the thus the vicious cycle
begins. I may have to bite the bullet by buying some
Mucinex, but its amazing how many things you have to cut back on
in terms of expenses when you don't hold a part-time job. In
retrospect, I really don't know how I would have ever survived at
G'town without working as much as I did (especially the last two years).
I should have all the motivation in the world to do work right now, but I can't for longer than 30 minute stretches at a time. And it's not like I'm distracted by outside things (i.e. going out too much, TV, etc.). I just feel worn down, and really apathetic because I've worked so hard and have nothing to show for it, so I get into that whole "Well I've already tried and nothing has worked, why even bother?" attitude, which sucks. It's been an uphill battle for me the past eight and a half years, and it's really starting to take a toll on me. This comes at the worst time too, with three exams (two big ones) coming up in a little over a week.
Having
being put into the situations I've been in for the past eight and half
years, I think I've become very good at judging other people and how
people interact with each other. A lot of people I've spoken to
in the past have felt at times that I've held my friends up to
standards that are way too high. It's not like I constantly crave
attention, but I do expect a certain amount of communication,
compassion, and understanding from my friends. Those who I
consider to be my true friends know exactly what I'm talking
about. And aside from a very select few these past several
months, a lot of people have not met those standards, and I feel awful
about it. Kerry has something very true written somewhere that
I've remembered and taken to heart: "The only people you need in life
are those who need you in theirs." I'm a little disappointed that
some have decided I'm not at the very least somewhat important in their
lives , either unknowingly or knowingly. Living alone off campus
in a town where I know virtually nobody doesn't help the problem either.
I'm very envious of people who know what they are going to be doing in life. The vast majority of people I know already hold down solid jobs or are in the midst of their professional education, and then here's me, the schmuck who seems to be fighting each day in vain for an unattainable goal. Doesn't seem fair a lot of the time.
I can't believe I'm up at this hour venting, but I am, and at this point right now, I really hate myself, and it's the worst feeling in the world.