One: I received two citations on Friday the 13th for possession of marijuana and paraphernalia.
Two: I had a mental break down on Tuesday the 17th in front of my psychiatrist and she sent me to the on-campus counseling center for a crisis situation.
Three: My boyfriend broke up with me on Wednesday the 18th.
Every other day after: I've been too depressed to get out of bed.
Life has been shitting on me lately and giving up sounds like such a nice idea. I just want to sleep my depression away forever. I'm so fucking confused. First, I was so stressed about the citations that I didn't eat for days, then when my boyfriend broke up with me, I crashed. I felt like my body went into shock and I just continued getting fucked up all weekend so I could forget about it, but of course, he was there. I saw him Friday the 20th and we had sex. I saw him the next day and we had sex again and again and again. I've spent the night with him three nights now, but he still doesn't think it is a good idea to date. He told me that he's not good for me, and I believe he's being sincere, but I just feel like now I have to jump through hoops every day. I don't want to give up on him and I think I want to be with him, but maybe it isn't the best idea. I just wish I knew what to do or what he wanted. We've tried to talk, but it just ends up in sex and I just don't understand what that means.