They said my head is a mess so I should try to keep a journal. I don't really have time for a journal or the patience to sit down and write down my feelings and what has happened each day. But, I'll TRY.

I'm a freshman in college who is attempting to double major in art and theater. When I'm not on the set for rehearsal or building the set, I'm in the studio drawing. With my little spare time I'm doing homework, studying, eating and hopefully napping. Even now, I'm staring at the paper and I feel stress at my back with it's heavy claws around my neck. I'm worn out and tired. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love college but it's a lot at once. I'm still adjusting and figuring it out.

You can't expect me to be able to sprint and win the race just yet. I haven't ran in years. At this point I'm stumbling, trying to get my feet underneath me. I hate running to be honest.

I know I'm complaining a lot but this is my journal, so screw you judgmental document! Okay, it's an inanimate object but I feel as if it would judge me. I swear I'm a decent person! I just struggle with getting things done and replying in a timely manor. I try my best but I mess up a lot and stumble around like an idiot pretty often.

I think I'll end this entry here. I'm already tired and need to go study.

I don't really want to put down my real name just in case I loose this, which is highly likely.......

Don't laugh.

-Mrs. Brightside