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Colleges and universities need to take better care of their students' mental health.

Last year when my anxiety over schoolwork led to depression and suicidality, I was misdiagnosed with ADHD, then forced on medical leave - despite the fact that everything that I needed to learn about how to handle my depression was related to academic anxiety, meaning that the entire point of medical leave - to take time off to learn to cope with/recover from a medical issue - would be meaningless.

Sure enough, now that I've returned, things are no better.

Professors are neither expected nor required to offer extensions to students with mental health issues. When you're dealing with depression so severe that you can't bear to leave the dorm, that absence should NOT be treated the same way as an absence due to a hangover.

It should matter that I talk to my professors as much as possible; it should matter that my therapist has informed my Dean that my current condition should qualify me for extended time and other "learning disability"-type accommodations.

I'm better than this. I'm doing my best, and it would be enough if I had any help whatsoever.

Fuck.
I need a hug.

Okay so. You're not fucking jesus (even though you quite obviously think you are). Just admit your mistakes! Admit that you tried to get some of my best friends to lie for you when you went and talked shit and lied about me. Admit that you are a drama whore that can't keep her fucking mouth shut. Admit that even though you try to look all innocent you're secretly a closet WHORE! I mean, making out with random black men and going down on out of state frat boys isn't usually the epitome of innocence. Playing dumb and always relying on your "I don't remember that conversation, I don't remember ever saying that," bullshit makes you sound like an amnesia ridden moron! No one is going to believe you forgot a good 3/4 of your day.

I hate that everything has to be about you. Our dorm walls are practically a SHRINE to you and your man shoulders! I hate that you look down on me and in the same breath say "I don't judge." I hate that you think you're the shit, but really everyone thinks you're a total whorish hypocrite (it makes me want to knock some sense into you!).

But most of all. I can't stand that you let your own stupid self ruin our friendship. I will NEVER consider you a friend again, simply an acquaintance that I have to put up with.

I know we're in a long-distance relationship. But why does our sex life have to die just because we're far apart?

I hate that this makes me angry, but damn.  How tired could you possibly be!  I try to be GGG, make myself available, and be patient even when I'm getting frustrated... But sometimes it just pisses me off that you can't make a little time for me.

You weren't like this two years ago.

me, catholic whole life, yet for the past two years I actually started hxc believing all that I was praying about.

my boyfriend- jewish, and won't give me a straight answer if he believes in all that he prays.

I've heard my boyfriend say that he would never ever date a jewish girl. We have been dating for quite a while now.. he has never once gone to temple, he has never once prayed, us & his fam went to a hockey game for chanakuh, there are only two ways to realize he is jewish and that's by his necklace and that all the jew jokes are aimed towards him..so obviously I didn't think it was all that import to him

last night, it was totally quiet, I was giving him a massage, and he was just like hey, I'm raising my kids jewish.

WTF?! freggin pardon me? where the hell did that come from?

and just fyi religion carries through the mother, and I'm sure as hell not a jew, unless he can give me 100% proof that jesus is not the christ, and he can't. I feel like he won't even try to convince me either.. and therefore I feel he has no reason to believe otherwise. I feel like he doesn't even believe that he is waiting for a messiah, he just believes in the traiditions, and it's really quite annoying.

wutev the conversation continued and he was just like, well, there is no way that I'm converting. ever. end of story.

and I know to a normal person this would mean nothing. but for me.. I've been planning my wedding since the summer I turned 15, and that's because I found the church I was going to get married in. It's the church that my dad went to every sunday as a little boy with his grandfather before they went out fishing. It's where my twin sisters got baptized. It has tall ceilings, beautiful window paintings and the light from them is just perfect, dark wood pews, and hanging gold lanterns... and it's just perfect. It's my church. I have fantasized about getting married in that church so much, and since I started dating him my fantasy has changed, and now instead of focusing on everything else, I focus right on the altar where he is waiting for me, as I slowly walk down the isle with my dad..

and idk, his statement just crushed all my hopes and dreams, in one sentence. and he doesn't even realize what he's done.

so I guess this turned out to be more sad than angry...ohwell.