I am very angry and I have no way to deal with it. I can't smoke any more cigarettes. There are no pills. All I have is this blanket and the internet
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I feel like I may get shot for saying this, but Jodi Picoult has written too many books. and none with a satisfying ending. I'm leaving it at that.
Oh, my books. I miss them. I hate work. work distracts me from what my summers are made for: reading. Lack of vocabulary is dumbing me down. But, other things are after me as well.
Sitting in a hotel room in Germantown. My brother is waving around the wii-mote like a fiend. I just don't know. My family is down in Milwaukee for my uncle's wedding tomorrow. How come no one writes about the tortures of family
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I'm pissed. I'm sick of just sitting here doing nothing. Couldn't sleep so I sat on my laptop and looked up drug facts at 4 in the morning. The stupid sunrise couldn't even cheer me up.
weekends are great. but then they're over. and I drive back to school where everyone scoffs at my dirty pants. when for once I felt entertained by wausau. this was last weekend
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I think I've finally realized that we're really all alone. No one is always going to be there for you. Even if they mean to, things happen. Lives go in different directions. Situations change. People change.
And I realize that I'm a whiny bitch, but feel free to remind me :)