Give Up

I'm at that point of anxiety where I want to give up.  Why should I try to write these scholarship essays when I know I'm not going to win any of them?  And then I'm going to have to find another place to live because I can't afford to be here without student loans and this lame campus job.  And I am in no way ready to re-enter the 'Real World'; I haven't built up my writing portfolio or my letters of recommendation.  Grad school anyone?  The economy's in the tank for White America; has anyone checked out the stats for the Black community? o__O  The Real World isn't generally nice to queers; can I really afford to take an even bigger hit for being Black, female-bodied and trans?

Ugh, not ready yet.

Ok, now that's that's out of my system....

Writing this out makes actually finishing these essays a little bit easier.  But I think I need a hug.  And a cookie. A Newman's Own peanut butter oreo to be precise.  Three hours till I can have that cokie.....