Uneducated Thoughts: Sunday Anxiety Haircut

Hey guys.

It's Sunday again.
And you know what that means.
School begins again tomorrow.
And you know what that means.
I'm terrified.
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Okay, honestly, I'm not really scared of attending school.
Oh no, it's not fear that dominates my emotions every Sunday.
It's pure, uninterrupted loathing.
(And, okay, a little bit of fear)
This loathing is largely due to the fact that I hate school, I don't really like anyone at school, and at school I'm forced to do all sorts of things I don't particularly enjoy.
(Like hand-write quickly, and talk to people, and math)
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I'm seeing a counselor soon.
I'm kind of worried it won't work.
I've just been focused on my problems for a while now,
what if they don't count?
Above all else, I'm scared that this will all end up being an elaborate hoax created by my brain to get attention.
I just...
I don't know.
I'm scared.
I don't want the therapy to not work, and I don't want my problems to be much more mild than I think they are.
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I'm getting a haircut on Wednesday.
FINALLY.
I'm going to do something a little bit different.
Not so many bangs on the forehead.
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I feel...Kind of frustrated.
With myself.
I feel like I'm such a sad, pitiful little person.
Dwelling on my issues.
Worrying.
Doubting myself.
Regretting past decisions.
Loathing most parts of myself.
Wishing I had someone to talk to.
Who the hell wants to be friends with that kind of person, y'know?
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Oh well.


Bye.