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Finally I have enough privacy I write something in my journal.
Well its official, i fscked up big time. I got my grades yesterday and lets just say they were sub par, meaning that I blew my last chance at college. At the begining of the term I knew that if I couldn't keep my act together I wouldn't be coming back in the fall. In fact I don't think that I'm going to be able to finish school for awhile. Because I won't be in school by the time the grace period on loan paying is up, I'm going to have to pay them back and that means that for the next few years I aint going to have a lot of money. And wel you know the song. Futhermore now i have to find myself a place to live and a job. My parents were gracious enough to agree to let me stay unitl the end of august but by then I need to be out and supporting myself.
The funny thing is, I don't feel anything and this worries me. I don't feel loss at losing my dream, or fear of being on my own, or anything resemebling normal emotions attributed to my particulary bad position. In fact I have been having this problem a lot lately. When things happen I find it hard to care, and while I'm normally fairly empathic towards others, lately this too has started to fade. Its as if I'm slowly losing emotional attachment to life and the people around me. This roughly started around my freshman year in college, and ever since I have been in a downward spiral from which I cannot seem to escape. Its rather maddening actually. Part of me is horrified at this emotional detachment and at my general apathy toward everything, and this part rails at the inside of my skull trying to pull me out of this funk. However the rest of seems to ignore mostly, or when the small part of me succeeds in moving me as soon as it stops it has to work twice as hard to get me going. And I have been going through this viscious cyle for four years now, and frankly I'm tired of fighting.
Somewhere, sometime ago I lost something. Call it drive, ambition, determination, passion (in actuality it might have been all four), I just know that somehow I lost the fire that used to burn in me, that drove me to succeed at all costs. When i first noticed that it was gone I thought it was a good thing, that finally I had achieved peace with myself and my life. But now as I sit here using this journal to sort out my head I realize that when I lost this 'fire' of mine, I lost the very thing that made me work. Without it i feel like I am ...well...missing something; i feel that I am .... empty. The thing that frustrates most is nothing I do seems rekindle that fire, and it makes me feel so useless, pathetic, unworthy. All i hope is that eventually I get myself out of this funk before I really destroy whats left of my wasted life. Well I'll be going now, it felt good to vent this, but to be honest it doesn't help solve my problems.
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