i get bent out of shape over the dumbest things, and then i remember how lucky i am.

lately, a lot of my friends have disregarded my feelings beyond the brink.

maybe i should cry about things more, so you people will stop saying insensitive things to me.

this morning i got dressed and i put on his memorial shirt because it was at the top of my clean laundry pile.

then i looked at the calendar. six months. love you always. think about you every day.

don't stand in front of busses. they'll knock you down down down.

i wish my dog didn't die.

i also wish i didn't find out while strolling down michigan avenue. i hate crying in public.

on my way home from teh party tonight amanda and i were walking to find an atm to take a cab and a homeless man followed us a few blocks and then dropped his pants and chased us so we ran and there was construction on the sidewalk so i got stuck and was in a maze and then i jumped and ran more and we ran into a subway (sandwich shop) and we told ( Read more... )

sitting...no, standing...on an overcrowded bus. 3 bags draped over my shoulder, one filled with heavy school books. a post menopausal woman is sitting 11 inches away from me as she talks loudly on her cell phone ( Read more... )

this month will be a good month. i should know, the last good month i had was march.

i don't think bulimia would ever work for me. i got food poisoning last night, and i've come to the conclusion that throwing up is the most draining and unpleasant experience in the world.

can everyone please stop dying? seriously i've had enough.

my mom just got a call from my uncle. he's had some heart issues for a really long time but this time he says it's serious. he told her to get into her car and rush over there. i really hate this. i hate that i'm so far away. i feel so helpless.