Yeah. Here I am, procrastinating again. Hmm. I don't really know what I think I'm going to accomplish by doing this, but you know. 99% of the time I get things done, but at the last second. It's extremely stressful, and I feel like shit
all the time. It's getting ridiculous. And pretty sure it's contributing to my self-prescribed "depression," though I'm not a fucking pyschologist or anything. It's terrible, and it needs to stop. I want to say I don't know how to stop it, but that's untrue. I
know what I need to do, I just can't bring myself to do it. And this fact makes me feel even worse. I'm not the type to blame anything on anyone (except maybe my mom, but I always feel bad about that too), so I don't even have that. I carry this thing around on my shoulders like a fucking monkey tha tells me how much I suck all the time. "Oooh, get over yourself, Angelica," you say? I'm trying. I always have to think that people think the worst of me, and it's getting exausting. I'm a pessimist, I admit it. The glass is half empty. Why is half of my raspberry lemonade gone? Good things will always come to an end, but I focus on that instead of enjoying the fucking lemonade.
Hi. I'm Angelica. I like Pokémon and complaining. I'm a youngster, but I freak out like a 42-year-old mother. This is just me worrying about getting into college.