I am at such a low point right now. Its gotten super hot again, Neil still hasn't gotten the air fixed or living room furniture or the dishwasher fixed, and now Sergei (my hamster) seems to be getting sick from the heat. Well, thats the only thing I can think of, but who knows. He just lays on top of his little woven home all day sleeping kind of, but when I came home last night (which was when my room is at its coolest) he was running on his wheel again. I have to think that this 90+ degree heat and super high humidity is bad for him, and I have no friends that will/can take him in. Jeannette offered but she has cats and even though people are like "well the cats can't open the cage," they still could freak him out. I'm considering driving him home for the rest of the summer but that is a $100 round trip. On top of that I'm worried about a bunch of other random things and I just...ugh. I keep having my anxiety attacks. I don't know if I'm going to stay here, to be honest. I have no idea what I want to do anymore, or if I can make it through a semester without having a breakdown, and the constant depression is just a lot for me to handle. I really think I might move home at the end of the summer and take some time off to gather myself. I am going to talk to someone about transferring as well. I've just gone through a lot recently and I don't think I have any sort of faith in myself anymore.
I hate being such a downer all the time in this journal. But with my friends, I don't have anyone I can talk to about this. I just put on a relatively positive face and try to pretend that I'm fine, but I'm not. I'm alone, I live alone, my friends don't always even make the effort to include me, and I just feel...hopeless, a lot of the time. And I think moving home and finding a job or two to occupy myself and build up some cash reserves might be the way to go, at this point. Because I can't keep floundering the way I am. I am just sinking further and further each time.