So I just found out I missed my appointment for enrolling in classes for Winter Quarter. Why? Because my adviser told me I'd be told via email when my appointment was. Guess what? It wasn't through email. It was through the school site. So now I have to wait until the last session. The chance of getting any of the classes I want/need is very low.

Also, it's unlikely I'm passing any of my classes right now. I've missed a ton of class because of being sick, depressed, or both. That means I can't leave. Mom said I could only leave when I had some credits under my belt.

Long story short: I'm fucked.

I hate my life.

***UPDATE***

Ok, I wrote the above rant when I'd gone three days without my anxiety medication. Without said medication, the serotonin in my brain (which is deficient, making Omega 3's more important for me than other people) doesn't circulate properly. The result of this is a very distraught person who has a heck of a time dealing with even the smallest problem.

I'm feeling better now that I've had my medication, and what I wrote makes me laugh. Yeah, I missed my appointment. Yeah, I have no idea how I'm doing in my classes because my teachers don't update. But I don't have any control over that. My adviser gave me the wrong info and my teachers are probably busy. so instead of fussing about things I can't control, I should take care of the things I can.

What is that, exactly?

Go to class. Ask what I can do to make up for the time I've missed. Sign up during the last session and pray there are at least the classes I need. Getting decent rest and exercise, as well as having a more balanced diet, will probably help too.

My life isn't as bad as I made it sound. I have a family that loves me, a boyfriend that means the world to me, and a cat I can't wait to snuggle on Friday. Sure, I'm lonely when I'm at college, but Thanksgiving break is right around the corner. I'll be able to get some much needed R&R then.

I really gotta stop posting when I'm upset. Things always turn around.