Dear Senioritis-Inflicted-Self,
Get something done for once, jeez. I mean, 90 whole minutes of free time and you forget to take two quizzes? Two weeks to write an essay and you finally force yourself to write a really crappy page before browsing the internet for 2 hours? Siriusly, wtf's your issue. Why can't you ever do any homework? I know you've always found it hard to physically do what was basically needed, like getting off the computer and doing homework instead of browsing the internet and thinking about how you should be doing your homework. How about waking up in the morning, like once on time please?
I mean, really, when it gets to the point that you envy people with insomnia, something's wrong. I'm quite frustrated with you, I've been trying to fix you up for years now, yet nothing works.
Hatefully yours,
Me

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Dear Mom,
Stop freaking out because I'm your first child. You put bad feelings/thoughts in my mind when you says things like, "Please, I'm just worried you won't graduate. You just need to make it a couple more months." Especially when you say it with such worry on your face. I'll be fine. I swear I do so much better when my subconscious knows there's no one to fall back on. I do thins so often in so many different outlets, but I am trying to stop it. Another example? Today I had $2 in my wallet. I decided to make a card for someone during lunch, thinking I'd grab some stuff from the machines during SRT. At the same time I was thinking that that wasn't a very good idea, yet I didn't seem to have to ability to walk down to the cafeteria.
Mom, I'm trying, I really am. It's all a battle with my brain. If DMACC proves the same I'm going to take a year off to join something and be shipped out. Please don't freak yet. Just because I was on a certain website and created an account doesn't mean I gave my info to a recruiter. I know I want to do the Peace Corps for sure, I may just want to try something else as well.
I can imagine it's scary having an "adult" child, especially one as dysfunctional as me. Just relax, you raised me well. I think it's time to stop trying to pinpoint the roots of my problems which are one giant grey mass in themselves, and just start trying to cope. I've found when I stop trying to overanalyze myself, I get along better and find myself being more social. I realize that's probably the zoloft doing its job. I think I'll stick to that Rx.
Oh, and could I possibly have some help clean sweeping my room? Most days I can't seem to be bothered to throw my yarn/paper scraps in the bin, so they're all over the floor and the area by my bedside table behind Niņo's chair. Oh, and are we ever going to see Wicked or The Lion King??

Your Loving Daughter