Grawr.

Today kinda sucked, but I don't know why. I guess I'm just not in a very good mood. It's not like anything bad happened.

Oh, I did sign up for housing for next. Room 5708D, wooooo. It's a corner room (more sun), on the top floor (no sex noises upstairs), right by the elevator (easy loading/unloading), and it has a washer and dryer (no more $0.75 loads). It's too bad I had to go with random roommates and the most expensive housing, though.

All day, I've been so worried that I won't be able to come back to UTC next year. I've been working my ass off in all of my classes, but I'm afraid it still won't be enough. I know my Provost's scholarship definitely won't be renewed, but if I can pull off a 2.75 gpa, I can keep my HOPE scholarship. Gah. I doubt there's any leniency when it comes to my recent "issues."

I wish none of this had ever happened. I wish this stupid fucking disease would go away and just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE so I can finally get on with my life. It's made me feel like shit this past week, and I'm so ready to just be DONE with it.

I WANT MY LIFE BACK.