If you asked me a couple of months ago, 3 to be exact how this semester was going to go, I would’ve told you I never saw all of this coming.
The beginning of it all was promising it really was, everybody liked each other the people I didn’t like was no where to be found.
I was determined, really determined to make it the most successful one.
Honestly, things really couldn’t get better i had a group of girlfriends that made me happy and supported me, that i didn’t even care about my non existent love of life.
Everything was good, the parties, classes everything….
For the first time i was believed in myself more than ever.
Then life… happened.
Bad things seem to happen all at once…
To the point you no longer know where it all went wrong.
2 Weeks Alone, Surprise Party, A Fuck boy, ER, Jealousy/betrayal, falling out, falling apart & lastly giving up.
if you asked me in the beginning who from our group i thought would most likely withdraw, i would’ve never said me.
however i did, life happened
despite enduring worse, way worse i finally reached my breaking point, and well broke….
i gave up, went AWOL and hibernated for days.
i don’t like quitting but you know it’s time to tap out when you wake up screaming every night and crying silently every morning and jumping out of the 6th floor doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea.
So i withdrew… i did.
I cared too much about my relationships and the people around me than i did for myself.
the weeks alone, the fake friends, fuckboy, my trip to the ER and overwhelming amount of work… got to me.
that’s when i realized, i needed a break from college. To adult, and become more selfish and less emotionally invested on people who couldn’t care less about me.
Yeah that’s a summary, Out of everyone in our group, i was the one who tapped out.
If you asked me before, i would’ve said no way.
back to hibernating. happy finals everyone.