I hate thinking of titles

I'm supposed to be studying for my Anthro midterm in less than 8 hours, but at the moment, I really couldn't care less. I've been so ambivalent to so many things these last couple weeks that nothing really surprises me about my attitude anymore.

I'm hoping the addition of more hours to my job will keep me occupied, and thus I don't have the free time to idle away and overthink my life. It's become quite stressful and complicated within myself, and I find myself drifting in and out of dissatisfaction. Perhaps I'm bipolar.

I'm hoping I have the guts to say all that I need to say. I'm hoping that doing so will be the right choice, not just for my mental state but also for helping our relationship. Hopefully it'll be the start of the solution, and not just another time we've discussed this issue.

It's scary, hearing what others say about seeing me as I am now. Teresa keeps telling me I'm like a black hole. I feel bad; I don't really want to be someone sucking all the life and happiness out of the room. I'm just having a lot of trouble containing myself.

I don't remember the last time I had this much trouble with anyone or anything. My years of experience have all gone to waste.

Time, oh time.