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it took just two months to get back to the stress level of five years with no vacation. there must be something wrong with this house.

i dropped my two french classes. needless to say, no one will like it. but i haven't been to the classes and i swear on my life... i'm tired. i'd like to go part time for real, but apparently that's not covered in the tuition remission (better known as morghan goes to college free--but only if she's full time) clause of my mom's contract.

i've applied for a few jobs on campus. and i'm going to focus on the spiritual (hah... yeah...) aspects of my life... the pieces of me i've been neglecting.

i'm just disappointed. it took three months for me to finally calm down enough and get enough sleep to think clearly. to get my attention span up to holding a conversation. i came home... and i lost what little improvement i'd made. i came home to arguments and frustration and lies and secrets... i came home and remembered why i wanted to leave in the first place. i just wish i'd found a reason to stay.