Well, gave him the letter tonight. Much longer than what he actually asked for. Feeling pretty anxious and dumb about it. I don't know when he'll read it, had sealed it in an envelope, and gave it to him in passing. But I guess Sunday we'll talk about a time to meet next week. Of course, I'm feeling very avoidant about this and anything to do with life, and would rather take drastic measures to prevent facing anything, but (unfortunately) that's not an option right now.
So... I'm feeling like crap. Doesn't help I ate a lot today. Binged on cookies, of all things. Everything was high-carb today. So lazy and unproductive, but maybe it's intentional subconsciously - if I don't get my schoolwork done for it's July date and miss all those credits I may just kill myself. Yeah, sounds like subconscious motive. But maybe I'll be able to get it done... well, dunno about those papers. Ugh, I hate papers. Hate school, for that matter, but I suppose that'd figure since I hate living in general.
But I'm just getting worse sitting here thinking about things, so I guess I'll stop before I get myself in a really upset mood over not being able to end it.