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I’m finding it difficult to function properly when you are suupose to be a caretaker and a student at the same time. How is it that when i finally get things back on track my grandmom takes a turn for the worse? I understand that she’s sick, and i don’t even mind when she doesn’t make it in time to the bathroom to deficate. Its a part of the disease, but why when my grandmother frustrates my mother do i have to be yelled at? When did i become the emotional punching bag? I’m not the bionic woman or anything. My grades are soo bad, and my focus is even worse because of all this BS.

In fact, i’m afraid to give myself a break and move out, or dorm on campus because i’m afraid i’ll miss out on my grandmom’s last moments. This is too much to handle. It really is. Panic and anxiety attacks come on a daily basis, i’ve developed a love for food because its a comfort, thus have gained weight. That drops my confidence level dramatically, and it just gets worse and worse.

but i can handle it right? i mean if i don’t it just gives my mother another reason to scream at me.

Dear Diary,

  How cliche huh? You have to start somewhere I suppose. I’m suppose to be using wordpress for a class, but I think I am deciding that I want to use this as a primary diary/journal. So let’s start shall we?

   Today was uneventful. I had a test…hope i did well on it. Had class, ate lunch with Andrew (my boyfriend), and came home. Tonight was the first Friday i had off from teaching guard since October. So how did i celebrate? I slept 3 hours. haha. Tomarrow i have guard rehearsal from 9-1. I am ending up writing and teaching the show. Yay for my competence and my work ethic. I have to remember to do my resource exchange paper. Which reminds me…i need to look us inclusive narrative writing. Oh well, i need to read for English now.

 truth.beauty.freedom.love

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