17 units, 25 hr work weeks and 5 hrs of sleep each night
Was it just me or was it just August 3rd not too long ago? I don't want to believe that its a new month. Or school year.
You know how most people say their college years were the most unforgettable? Somehow I feel like my college years were probably the worst years of my life.
I have an 8 - 5 PM schedule four days out of my five-day school week with no break. Wednesdays I go from 8 - 8 PM, no break. Mostly because I'm working 3 different jobs - or at least, hope to be working 3 different jobs. Let's see if I can really handle it. I've had a schedule similar to this for the past two years, this being my third.
I feel like my schedule prevents me from making new friends because I'd never have the time to hang out with them. Maybe that's why I haven't bothered looking for or starting a new relationship, who would want to date someone they'd only see for 4-5 hours at night -- time which would probably be spent studying anyway?
I feel like I don't know too many people who pay their own way through college so they'd never understand why I have to work so hard. Its not that they don't care or love me but my parents honestly don't have money for me, and I can understand that.
Why can't everyone else.
EDIT: Thank you all for the support! I know many of you have asked -- I do actually get financial aid, a lot of it. I basically have a full-ride, my scholarships and grants pay for all of my tuition, which I am tremendously grateful for. I have to work to pay for my rent (~$500/month), books, food, etc.
Running around with my head chopped off.
School started last Friday for me on the 27th and since then I've just been trying to get situated to senior year. Blegh, graduate school applications.
I'm mainly running around trying to find professors and to get past employers to right me recommendation letters. Although I have had two professors agree to write me a letter, both have not gotten back to me and the deadlines are coming up fast! 
Then getting one of my employers to write one is pretty hard. I didn't think that this would be hard, especially since I've got three employers to choose from. I'm just going to continue emailing to see how things turn out.
I'm also taking an Anatomy lab this semester - its a complete bitch. We have bones I didn't know existed. Again, a very nerdy post on my part. But school and graduate school applications have been the only things on my mind since I'm trying really hard to pretend everything is OK on the home-front.
It's almost midnight, I have another 8 - 5 PM day ahead of me. I will definitely return all comments and address everyone tomorrow during work or something. 
Nothing but the opposite of what I think I am.
I'm not strong.
In reality, I'm the weakest of them all because I let the problems become my life.
I let the problems live me.
What I’m about to say, it’s offensive. I’m Sorry.
Sometimes I look at your parents and I'm envious, how lucky you are that they can be together because they love each other and they love you.
Sometimes I look at your parents and I'm jealous, how lucky you are that your parents separated when they needed to be.
My mom called me last night to tell me where the deed to our house and documents for the restaurant are. She also told me which family members owe us money, how payments for the car and my older sister's medical bills are paid. She added up all of our assets for me and told me to write it down. It felt like she was reading me her will.
I could tell she wanted to tell me so much more, she wanted me to help. But I'm still in college and these shoulders are too weak to carry her burden.
Sometimes I look at your parents and I wonder why my mother can't leave him when the love was never there and the threats and punches keep coming. I wonder why I can't hate him even when he loses his temper. I wonder for how many more years or days my mother will stay alive.