I never decided to stop writing. I liked writing. But, like my time horseback riding in middle school, it’s just sort of stopped. I never made a decision, I never stopped liking it, I don’t even know what happened, but one day I just forgot to come back. And once you’ve stopped something it’s illegal to start again, right? I guess partly it’s that I’m tired. I’m so so tired my brain can’t figure out how to function like a normal person and just spits random things and disconnects from my arms and legs and lives in a giant fog bank. Except then I sleep and it’s still the same for some reason, which is really really frustrating, but also not frustrating, because frustration requires energy, which I don’t have except from random spurts of adrenaline. Anyway, coming up with stuff to write on a blog requires enough energy to think deep and important thoughts, because why write if it’s not something worthy of it? But not writing makes me mad at myself, because I loved this, this was me, and now it’s just gone like it was never there.
OK sorry for that weird depressed ramble. I’m just sort of writing things. It’s the week after April break, and I am so done. I realized at the beginning of this week that AP tests start next week and suddenly I am NOT READY. Hopefully I show up and know what I’m doing fir the skill based stuff, but for history I need facts and I need to read the textbook to find those facts, and I need time to do that, which I don’t have. Yay. I was counting on April break to reenergize me, but I left it possibly more tired than I started. I’m not really sure why, considering I didn’t do that much, but there it is. So now my head hurts and my back hurts and I feel a little like I’m falling apart, but I’m still struggling through every day and trying to do all the stuff I’m supposed to (which includes running, which is really hard when you just want to sleep but also the only time in my entire day when I feel alive). I only have to hold on for two more weeks, though. After that I get to drop two class loads of work and sleep. I’m genuinely excited. This is why I’m taking AP classes.
Speaking of April break, I saw a bunch of colleges over that break. Six, I think. And I finally found one I liked! Not just one I didn’t hate, one I liked! I was so happy because so far I’ve been super pessimistic about everything. I started to think I knew what I wanted; I was going to be a city kid, I wanted larger universities, now I could go find some more options… and then I went to another college the next day, which was a small liberal arts college in Maine, and I liked that too. So now I’m back to I-don’t-know-what-I-like, except I did finally figure out that science-y environmental majors sound exciting and don’t have to be scary. So at least I’ve got that.
Sorry for the ramble I can’t really organize my thoughts right now. But at least I wrote something!