So. I'm going to a fucking Ivy League. Albeit, the only one I got into, and the easiest to get into, but one nonetheless. I won't lie and say that it isn't exciting, and that after my remaining APs the future will be bright and shining. For now.
I keep having dreams about my long-gone best friend. The one who ruined my life up to sophomore year. And I see her now and she has no friends; she quit the AP art class we had together; she still looks as sickly as she was when she was on drugs. I am, by all accounts, the winner. I have moved on, and she has stayed frozen
in time.But this little respite is my guilty pleasure. The new meds I'm on, a combination of sertraline and bupropion, have banished my appetite. My therapist asked me about my eating, because she claims that my legs in straight jeans look alarmingly twig-like...
I'd rather not think right now, but feel. I feel summer's breath and oh, how wondrous it is.
i was on the same drug combo and it worked wonders for 2 years but i gained a lot of weight on it and so stopped. different people respond in different ways that's for sure! hope it's helping your mood and anxiety.
ReplyDeleteand congrats on your acceptance! :) take care.