Sophomore Slump

Well I hope you've been keeping up to date on my Graham troubles!

Anyway, I'm here to mostly talk about school. It hurts to walk around and see couples kissing in the hallways and holding hands and being close to each other when I don't have anyone to call my own.

Meanwhile I'm falling behind in school to an extent where I know this year is going to just suck. God I hate slumps. They're the most awful thing, like your car got stuck in a sinkhole and it just won't come out.

I've been sick mentally, emotionally, and physically. I'm generally exhausted all the time, where I just want to sleep the day away. Like, I'm alright for the most part, but I feel like I've just been beaten with a stick or run over by a semi.

I've felt drawn to return to dance, just because I know it made me happy, but generally I just mean exercise. I know it'll make me feel better, and not just with my outlook on how I look. It releases chemicals that make you feel happy, and it's quite frankly the only access I have to any kind of "happy drug." Ah, losing love: such a bitch.

And in the middle of all this is poor Chelsi, whom my heart and home goes out to now and forever. Her boyfriend cheated on her, and it's really hurting her. She called me last night and sobbed and sounded like something akin to only dogs can hear it, but I'm going to be there every step of the way because I know what that feels like, and she was there for me. It's not obligation, it's want and how I just am. I'd rather help someone else and listen to them than wallow in my own pity. What can I say, I'm just motherly.

Something related to "Love, Interrupted" that I'm putting here: I'm calling Graham's "girlfriend" Libshit because he calls her Libs, and I think she's shit. Get it? Ha! It makes me feel better XD.

Yes, I deleted Facebook. No I didn't unfriend everyone and block them. I just deleted Facebook. So please stop with the questions, because your answers are on either this or my other blog. Happy hunting ;)

Fall Out Boy is my current savior, yet again. It's the closest I can get to being held at night.

Love,
Caitlyn