When we both get carried away

I’ve been really stressed lately and I dont think Im going to do well this semester. ugh. Thats really all I’ve been doing lately, going to school and getting jerked around by my shitty job. Clinging on to the few things that make sence anymore.
I went to Sacramento with my Girl Scout troop and it was alright. I worry about how WINGS is going to turn out, I can’t handle the idea of the buddy system and never getting an oppertunity to be alone for at least alittle bit in two weeks. I also dont really know the people Im going with, and Im to socially handicapped to deal with getting to know them, espically since I’ll never see most of them again after the trip is up. I’m in a predicament.
I went to a few bars with a few friends last night, we wound up where we always do, that spot in Dolores Park where you can see the whole city, except last night we couldnt because is was foggy and misting. So it was basically just us and our 40s and being fracking cold, but it was fun. The most fun I’ve had in awhile.