Left my phone in my professor's office Friday.
Sunday I get a frantic email from my mother and my sister comes to see if I've finally drowned in the pre-weekend mess my room tends to get into.
...Or harmed myself, because apparently I sounded sad on the last entry.
Yeah...kinda glad I never published that entry after that about being forced to see the office psychologist last check-up. ...I don't want to even talk about that fiasco. Ahem...let's just say I had to explain to the lady that depression and PMS are two very different things. I stopped taking her seriously when at one point in our conversation, she looked taken aback, peered at me, and said in a stage whisper of almost comical awe, "You like white folks' music?"
I swear...even now I have no words.
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