breakdowns. I don't like putting that pressure on my mom. I don't like that I feel like shit. I don't like that I have a pit of anxiety in my stomach. I don't like that I worry all the time. I don't like that I can't figure out my priorities. I don't like that I stopped reading for western civ. I don't like that I can't figure out if it's worth reading for western civ. I don't like that I stopped reading for English. I don't like that I don't want to read for English because it could be useful information but I have no energy to do it. I don't like that my lack of motivation is a symptom of depression. I don't like that being sad relates to my major. I don't like that being sad and anxious makes me think I'll be a terrible social worker but i also think that maybe you have to be a bit crazy to understand crazy people. I hate that I think I'm crazy. I hate the idea that I'll probably be fine in a few days. I hate that I'll either be genuinely fine and this will have been a waste of time or that it will get swept under the rug, waiting to come back out. I hate that I want to rush to Christmas break. I hate that I constantly live in a state of wanting to fast forward instead of enjoying the little things. I hate that I don't know how to enjoy the little things. I hate that I hate myself. I hate myself but I also feel super 101 101