Unhappy

Life is not what one lived, but rather what one remembers, and how it is remembered to tell the tale.
— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

posit \POZ-it\, transitive verb:
1. To assume as real or conceded.
2. To propose as an explanation; to suggest.
3. To dispose or set firmly or fixedly.

This is what I would call a bad day. I felt bad, I got bad news (I actually failed my Spanish midterm), and did badly (Stats midterm). Without elaborating, I am quite melancholic. I have been for awhile, and this really started last month. February is a horrible, horrible month. Even at the end of it, I got bad days like this.

I had this dream I had my usual pyschic powers and I was a bounty hunter. The man my team (sort of like the X-Men) were looking for was also a telepath. I don’t anything happened, but there were implications in the dream that me and the enemy were having an affair. He at least did not know it was me as the bounty hunter, but we’re both telepathic. That is so twisted. Not really enough to say that the dream made my Reading Week.

March: Papers, Papers, Birthday, Shopping, Concerts, Papers, and of course, the job search of doom. I hate work. I hate school. I pretty much hate society right now.

I am self-conscious about how messed up I am and sound.

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