Since it’s the last week of school, I am unsurprisingly busy, and I don’t have time to make a real blog. Also, last Thursday I had a massive (but well-disguised) mental breakdown in the middle of creative nonfiction, so I’m trying to take it easy.
I don’t get this stressed. It isn’t in my nature. Sure, I have a slightly larger share of anxiety than most normal people, but I don’t get it this badly when I don’t have any significant (and recent) emotional duress. I don’t have any significant or recent emotional duress because all the guys I talk to are either gay, related to me, or very much in the friend zone. So why am I stressed? Continue reading “Housekeepin’ it real”