I am working on detaching from almost everything in my life. This sensation isn't unfamiliar, but it isn't common, either. I am supposed to finish my MA this next week. The truth is that I will probably be asking my graduate adviser for an extension for the final pieces. I will be ready to present what I have completed during my time on Tuesday. I will not, however, be ready to go through the official sign-off.
My stress level makes it impossible to sleep on a normal schedule, and my lack of a solidly structured life makes it impossible for me to be completely productive in my endeavors.
My vitamin deficiency is causing a few problems, even though I have been taking extra vitamins as the season has been changing. I think this will be a battle for the rest of my life. Life would probably be much easier if I would just start eating meat again. I didn't eat much of it when I did eat me, though, so I still see myself having the same problem.
I am actually a bundle of emotions lately, but I am stuffing them away so that I can get things done. I know that bottling things up will not help me in the long run (all the different doctors I spoke with over the past year tell me so), but I just don't feel like telling anyone anything about why I am so overwhelmed. I'm more interested in finding out what is going on with my friends. I am more interested in letting my life and my problems be private. If other people really cared, they would ask me, right?
The people who are my "closest friends" don't really have time for me because of what they have created for their own lives.
