12 days to make up prayers time in My life

I’m just so sad. I can’t get over this depression. Thoughts about my doomed future. How tired I am. How I’m about to face so many new responsibilities. Trying to empty out all my resources to help an utterly ungrateful sister. How it all goes against what I truly want in life. How the way I was treated during childhood screwed me up so bad. I don’t have the worst parents, that’s for sure. I have decent parents. Still, I suffered some stuffs.

Driving. Driving is they way to appreciate my life more. Near-death experiences help me reconnect my thoughts with all my blessings. I’m a bad driver.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. Fuck you, law school. Fuck you, people who shit all over my self-esteem for whatever things that make them feel good.

Slogging forward. Slowly but surely. I need to move forward. I’m so very grateful for Prosebox.

Goals:
- Catch up on prayers.
- Continue studying Calculus so I can maybe take a class during the summer.
- Study for the bar.
- Finish the bar application.
- Get whatever work I can do done.
- Respond to people’s messages and emails. I’ve always been so bad at this.

7 rosaries left over.