whatever in A Charming World

I am starting this journal because it’s 10:00 at night, I’m procrastinating on two things, and I can’t fall asleep. Oh, and I also read somewhere that journaling is an effective way of therapy. I have clinical depression and generalized anxiety (GAD) and I’m hoping this can… I don’t even know, help me? In some way? I’m desperate. Medicine seems to be short of helpful, and my parents don’t want me going to a real therapist for some reason. So this my therapy. For now. There’s not much else I can say. I guess I can talk about my day. Well, today I overslept until 2 PM, so that’s that. Then I went to a meeting for a project for college. That went okay, I guess. I insulted someone t hat looked like Slenderman with glasses. After that, I was emotionally drained. Not from insulting someone, but from the entire aspect of having to sit through one hour talking face to face with people I don’t even want to talk to. It was for college, of course, so it’s not like I could skip out on the meeting. I need a good grade in that class, which is Speech, and I have a C minus in it right now. It’s not good. I really need to nail this speech, AND my individual group analysis assignment, AND my very last quiz for the semester and then I’m done with the class. Hopefully, I’ll leave with a B minus… a B plus at the very most. I don’t even know. Then, I have a paper to work on for Psychology, which I’m not really stressing about, because I like writing. I also have an A minus in Psychology because that class is so easy it’s not even funny. I want to get it to an A plus with my paper (did I mention it’s extra credit) so I can balance out my overall GPA with an A plus with that horrendous C minus. It’s a pathetic plan, but there’s nothing else I can do. I’m horrible at giving speeches, and my Speech teacher is so frightening I don’t dare ask for extra credit from her. I already know whats she’s going to say anyway. “I appreciate you going out of your way for asking, but no.” God, she’s… I don’t even know. I don’t like her. She thinks I’m stupid because I can’t give speeches the way she wants me to. I guess she really only judges a fish by his ability to climb a tree. Ugh. Anyway that’s all for now.