I'm still here. Thanks for checking in. I just kinda lost my **** because my mom just randomly came down here and told me she was completely cutting me off unless I finished all of this damn make up work for this one class I took last semester by tomorrow morning. She gave me no warning about this ahead of time, didn't even really communicate that it was a big deal.

[background] Basically, last semester, I started breaking down around the time of the bombings that happened down the street and I was terrified of leaving school and I totally forgot to keep up one of my classes and I ended up getting a D because of it. She threatened me if I didn't show her my grades so I made up this crazy story and then frantically emailed one of the deans of the school and got permission to make up work. ... I hadn't looked at it until a few minutes ago and I don't remember how to do it. I guess I'll just have to make stuff up to show her and worry about it later.

So I'm still alive, but not at all happy. I am feeling physically a little better having starting to eat more/better.