I'm feeling a little better this morning.
But sometimes I really do wish God existed so he would know how mad I am at him.
Finals week is not the most convenient time to have a nervous breakdown.
A little suicidal ideation.
A bit of self-harm.
These are things that I don't want to deal with right now.
Right now, I want to deal with how Plato influenced St. Augustine and early Christian thought.
And I want to deal with that in Chicago Manual of Style in 8 to 10 pages.
I can have my breakdown on Thursday.
I am really worried that I am losing my mind.
But I can't worry about that right now.
This paper is due by midnight.
I have a paragraph written.
Only 7 and a half more pages to go.
I don't know if I am going to survive this next bout of mental illness.
I don't know that I want to.
Finish the paper today.
Get counseling tomorrow.
I feel like I am trying to finish a marathon on a broken leg.
I need my mind to finish this semester.
My mind is damaged.
I can see the finish line.
I can see the finish line.
I can see the finish line.
Take a deep breath, push forward.
8:28 a.m. - 2013-12-10
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