Today was my first day of classes and I'm already off to a bad start. My boyfriend and I had a fight and he's in the other room. It's horrible always having to share a bed, never being able to cry on my pillow without him knowing and asking me what's wrong.
I hate how this disease has managed to screw up everything I've been trying to do for the last six years, including getting a teaching degree. I had to switch to an easier major after I had a meltdown and went to the hospital. This year it's looking like it's going to be no different, once again.