Is that all?
Two weeks since Bar results were posted...
Two weeks of depression...
Two weeks of putting on a tough front and trying to appear "busy" and "ok"
I can't sleep good anymore. Not like I really did before. But still.
I never realized how exhausting it could be to keep up a wall and pretend to be okay. I want to punch holes in a wall at least 15 times a day. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to shake people who brag about job offers and getting "sworn in".
People who are my friends.
I HATE feeling so spiteful.
I have never been this way.