Meh.

I just came back on my mibba for the first time in forever.
I'm kind of sad because I used to write poems all the time and now I don't, but I just wrote a new one. Yay!

I'm worried lately, about my mom, as usual. My anxiety meds are apparently not strong enough, because I get random panic attacks and call her out of the blue to make sure she's okay. It just makes me more worried for when she dies because I know I'll break to pieces.

My boyfriends being an asshole. I keep getting bruises when he grabs me or shoves me because I won't fuck him, but I have too much self respect to fuck anybody who hurts me when I don't want to have sex.

Onto the brighter side: I got accepted to my college of choice with a decent scholarship due to good academics and this coming weekend I'll be trying for a full ride scholarship.
I also signed up for HOSA, so I'll be doing that. :)