May 17th. Wednesday
I’ve been feeling a lot better lately. School done. I’m currently chilling in the Dean’s backyard this week, which is apparently a viable space for chilling around here. I’m not quite sure how I ended up here, but I’m glad I did. Being both away from home and done with school is a weird and wonderful thing. There’s nothing I have to do, which is a situation I am rarely in. It’s very good for me. Being so busy was unhealthy. Being busy; not having time to think exacerbated a lot of the trauma I was feeling. I’m feeling a whole lot better than I was last week. But I have been skipping pills to get me to my next check-in day, so that might have something to do with it.
Anna and I (and a mutual friend) are all camping out in the Dean’s backyard. We both booked flights back home a week after the end of school, so we had to do something with the time we had here. It’s been nice, having a week of just being together. Home isn’t a great place for either of us. I’ve experienced my first enjoyable lazy day here. Without anything much to do, my mind doesn’t freak out about me possibly missing things. There’s nothing to miss here. We’ve spent a lot of time hanging out in streams and walking around the quaint little New England town the Dean lives in.
Big breakout the other day. A rather unflattering one. I’m used to having more frequent breakouts when I’m living less domestically (in a tent, spending time outside, etc.), so I’m surprised I’ve only had one so far. But it’s no less awful. Also, there’s the red spot on my face that’s been hanging out for a while. I’d say like a month so far. I thought it was just a pimple at first, but the redness never went away even after it ran its course. It has a dark and sinister tint to it. I’m planning on asking about it at my next check-in.