butwhocares?

as much as i hate admitting it, i might end up going to these stupid fucking counseling sessions.

they put me back in academic probation which makes NO stupid fucking sense because i got over a 3.0 gpa this semester, but they keep me in the damn program. i just wanna go back to being a normal student.

i have this really horrible feeling a lot of the time now. it's like... i'll sit down to do something... like write or talk to someone or make a graphic and this thought will pop up like "why does any of this matter?" and it WON'T go away. but i can't find a reason. there's no point in a lot of it. i do stuff just to do it. but i've slowly been losing interest in everything except music and social interactions. haven't written any new poetry in about a year. haven't written a story in about two years. haven't written a rhyme in weeks, but those come and go. lost pretty much the rest of my writing touch today. down the drain, down the drain, down the drain. mehhhh.



peace.