My first few days…

Here is a recap of what my first 5 days of college has been like:

Sept 3rd: Move-in Day

“It is the big day. I am starting fresh, and I am gonna meet new people. I am gonna have so many new experiences and opportunities.” That’s what I kept telling myself.  Moving in is probably one of the most irritating things I have ever done in my life, and I scream at my family and my boyfriend so many times over absolutely nothing. Let’s just say I deeply apologize for acting that way. I held back my tears until I hugged my mom goodbye. I don’t understand why it was so hard, they’re only 20 minutes away. The day goes on with pointless meetings and information that I am 100% sure I have already heard before.  Safe to say that I was over it. Sleeping was weird, I was uncomfortable and took me forever to actually fall asleep.

Sept 4th: DAY #2

Woke up just to go a meeting about why you shouldn’t party, or at least learn to keep your priorities straight. It was funny but I was alone – my roommate went to help her boyfriend move in. I did meet some people but it wasn’t anything super life changing. They are super nice girls and I would totally hang out with them again, but I don’t want to get too set into making friends…class hasn’t even started.

By mid-day I was alone again. Roommate was with her boyfriend and the hall mates I met were doing other things! It was weird and I felt really lonely. I felt lost, like I was doing something wrong. I ended up meeting with a friend from high school. Which actually really helped. There was a glow party, thrown by the sororities on campus. I thought about wanting to join. I stayed out late,  but not because of the party, I ended up visiting with a coworker.

Sept 5th: Day #3

I skipped all the “mandatory” stuff. I was more than happy to do that. I got to find where all my classes were, which made me more excited and less upset about being here. I ended up eating lunch late and eating dinner early. Which means I won’t be eating much of anything for dinner. Not really the biggest deal. It was another night where I stayed at home by myself.  Not really my favorite thing but it will do. Maybe eventually I can meet some friends.

I ended up face timing my boyfriend, who is once again 20 minutes away. We are both struggling. I miss him. I miss having him around, I miss having someone to do stuff with. I would love if he could just be here all the time, but he can only stay for so long and we can only do so little until we become completely bored. It will just have to be something I figure out.

Sept 6th: First Day of Classes

Class is were good. I am optimistic. I am hoping that with time I will be able to find some friends and will be able to make it through the year successfully. I had lunch with my cousin (who I am so grateful to have) and some of the people she already knows. It kinda made me feel crummy about not really knowing anyone. But I pushed through and got to see her which really did make me feel better.

I went back to my dorm and showered and let me tell you that it is an experience. It definitely something I will probably never ever get use to. I then got to hang out with my boyfriend,  which also made me feel better. We got a few things that I could still use in my dorm and went and had dinner at Noodles & Co., which was actually really nice. When we finished dinner I really didn’t want to say goodbye. He kept telling me “I really just want to drive start driving home”. He feels my pain, but it doesn’t make it any easier.  I finished my homework from the day, which once again gave me hope for the semester.

Sept 7th: Second day of class

New day, new classes. I have an 8am today… definitely not a fan. It’s my communications class which made me dread it more. I don’t mind talking to strangers but as soon as something is for a grade I talk super fast and seemingly mess things up. This is gonna be a class I dread, I already know it. During my break I ate lunch by myself, which wasn’t that bad. It really wasn’t the worst thing in the world it was nice to be able to do what I wanted and catch up with the social media world. I finished lunch and took an adventure the financial aid office. Basically I have a loan and it’s super confusing, so they explained it to me and I should be good. I went back to my dorm watched some TLC with my roommate and her boyfriend. I have a new thing for ‘Out Daughtered’ it’s really good and intriguing, plus I just really love kids.

I went to my next two classes. My first one was psychology which I don’t think will be too hard considering that I had taken an AP psychology class already but never gotten the credit for it. After that a nursing lecture, this class easily excites me the most. I am very passionate about wanting to be a nursing and I am hoping that this class goes well for me. I walked back across campus to my dorm and recapped my day. Then went out for dinner with a bunch of friends from high school and to be honest it was the high light so far.

 

I am sorry that this is so boring, and that all of my writing have been so bland, I would like to write more now that I actually have something going on with my life. Please leave any tips for me that you would’ve liked to know when you started college or any advice on how to cope with being away from home. Honestly anything helps at this point.

Thank you for reading. Until next time,

Faith

 

 

 

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Looks

I am in a mood. I just feel like crying a lot, but never do. The way I feel is sad, not good enough, disfigured, negative. I hate myself for even writing about this, it is stupid. I am talking about looks. How I look, how I feel about my looks. I am not vain or fishing for compliments, I just need this off my chest.

I think everyone should be happy with themselves, and if you love yourself then no one else should be able to hurt you. It’s a lot harder to follow your own advice, and even harder when you the other person. I am constantly comparing myself to others, always. My friends, people on social media, people I see around town. Basically anyone and everyone. I have never consider this a serious problem nor have, I ever been diagnosed with a mental disease.  But I do not like myself, and that can’t be good.

I have an entire list of things that I would change about myself. and on the other side a “list” of things I like about myself. That “list” of things I like about myself is probably a measly one or two things. It would just be nice if I could just change everything else. I’m the ugly friend, the fat friend, the friend people pity. Fortunately those are self-given titles because I couldn’t actually tell you if my past or current friends would give me those titles. I’m glad I haven’t/didn’t ask because,

1. They wouldn’t be very good friends.

2. It might just hurt me too much to find out and I would rather just have my brain do the damage instead or someone else.

If I could have a magic lamp where a genie would pop out and grant me 3 wishes, I would ask for everything that I didn’t like to be changed. That might be superficial but it’s what I would do. I genuinely don’t have more than two things that I like about myself. Which honestly makes me so upset, because I want nothing more but to love myself for who I am. I can’t look at a mirror for too long and I don’t want to look at the scale, because I will always find something I don’t like.

I want to be a different person. I don’t want to be me.

I don’t feel any better, or any worse for sharing this even though I thought it would help. Please remember this isn’t a cry out for help, or someone fishing for compliments. My somber self has gotten the best of me.

Be back with a new post soon. Till next time,

Faith

 

 

 

Negativity has gotten the best of me. 

A question I frequently ask myself is “why am I always so angry?”

Well don’t get me wrong, I am not always angry. I just feel like such a negative person. I complain a lot, and I do very negative things that I would tell others not to, and to be the bigger person. 

For example,  I can be extremely hypocritical, I will yell at my boyfriend for saying something completely rude and do something similar in the next 30 minutes. To be even more honest with you, there are 100 other examples. I tell myself that it’s not fair, and I wish I wasn’t that way, I don’t like being that way. But I guess it’s important that I know it’s wrong. 

Other times, for some awful reason, I really like to start arguments. Believe me it is not my proudest ability. I don’t know whether it’s the attention or the feeling of “winning” but I like to argue. It usually starts out as me wanting to talk about a problem or my opinion, but ends up with me screaming or something else that is completely idiotic. 

I feel like this makes me sound like a completely awful person, I think it is important that I acknowledge things about myself. That I know how have an area to work on in my communication skills and that as I grow and learn things will become easier. 

Does anyone else feel disappointed in themselves for not necessarily being the person they tell others to be? 

Till next time. All the love, 

Faith