We cooked our stuff for the presentation.
But did we plan it?
I'm pretty ashamed of that... Normally I plan them, practice them, go over them in my head... I haven't.
I don't like this feeling.
I have a history test I haven't studied for.
Tomorrow I have five sheets for Ms. Watson do and I've barely started.
Tomorrow I have a math paper and project due. Have barely started.
Thursday I have a presentation due for Mr. Lee. Barely started.
I hate this lack of motivation.
I want to go back to the smart, strong, courageous, motivated, ambitious girl I was whatever amount of weeks ago. I don't want to be seeing myself do this. I know that today--this evening--will probably be heck.
How many panic attacks will I have before I finish this stuff? How overwhelmed will I be? How good will the products be?
That's right. Another day of school. Off I go, toting a peanut butter and strawberry fluff sandwich to a place that is currently destroying me.
And the sad thing is, it used to be my best friend.
I feel betrayed. Only really, I'm the traitor.