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It's been some time since the last post, and a lot has changed since then but I won't really go into it because I got a therapist so #letsfuckinggo
I'm currently writing this in a linear algebra class where I can't really understand my professor's heavy accent (respect tho). It is the third day of the semester where I previously thought I'd be dropped out of college by now. I had a wild panic attack on the first day of classes that took a couple hours to subdue, thanks to some newly learned coping mechanisms and music I've been listening to recently. It hasn't been that bad in a minute but it makes sense. I hate this shit.
There's a loud, loud hum coming from the ceiling which I'm assuming is from the vents above us. It's drowning out the professor's quiet, accented voice. And now the noise is gone. Wild.
I have a couple thoughts to introduce to this page when I have a little more time and I don't have a lecture to pay attention to. But for now I just wanted to get this back up and running again. My therapist said it would be a good idea.