A bit of a continuation to

I hate my temperament

I can't seem to shake this feeling that I need to be alone. I know that I can't be alone because I'm such a social junkie, but I just don't feel like I'm giving myself enough attention right now. What am I living for? Really though? So I can go off and find a man to marry and give him a laugh and some babies? Is that what I'm living for? Am I even laughing for myself anymore? I've made this huge tapestry and I can't tie off any of the ends because it just keeps getting more complicated. I want to run off into oblivion for awhile but it's just not possible because I have an Italian composition due tomorrow and a Comedies proposal due on Thursday and where is the living is all this school? I apologize if as of late I've been a little off but you're just going to have to deal with it a little longer because it's not going away any time soon.

This was written in session and I didn't read over it so if it makes no sense I apologize again but I'm gonna go with some "no delete" here.