I don't regret doing summer school so that I can finish my credits on time in my senior year, but... I do, at the same time. I hate that that part of the summer was stolen from me. I hate the feeling that I'll never escape and I'll always be stuck in this hell of go to school, do work, eat food, do work, go home, forget everything that happened at school, fall behind, barely pass, cry about school, and then maybe catch a small break between that. My summer break was supposed to be two months but I've spent so long mentally ill and unmedicated and traumatized with the pressure of my past good performance on my back that... School has become nearly impossible for me. I quit entirely last semester. Dropped everything just to feel like my own person again. I was able to do things, when I wasn't working. I kept up projects, I talked with friends, I was somewhat productive. I'm not ready for it to steal that from me again. Not yet. It's too close and time has been dust in the wind and I'm terrified.