I dropped a class yesterday. My Medieval Lit class. I'm kind of sad about it because I hate the idea that I gave up. And I'm now getting a W, which sucks. But - it was not interesting to me at all and I am in three other really high-demand, challenging, and interesting classes which were suffering for a class which made me want to kill myself ( Read more... )

Here it is, 3:11AM and I'm still awake.

Why you ask?

Perhaps because I'm crazy.

I don't like who I am in these situations. I don't like where this is going. I have been miserable for about a week and a half and it's not getting better. I'm lost. I'm afraid. And for the first time in a long time, I am really alone.

Shit. What have I gotten myself into?

Well... It's after 3am and I just got back from the hospital. Not for me, mind you, but who really cares. It's after 3am. FUCK ME ( Read more... )

Oye! I need to get to bed! It's late ( Read more... )

Yay jello!! Watermelon-kiwi here I come!


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Long week ahead... Again. Oh well.

Great weekend. Friday I had lunch with my aunt. It was nice. Heard all about my cousins and the mischeif they're getting into these days ( Read more... )

What is the point of a protest? In all honesty, I'm curious on people's opinions ( Read more... )

I've had a very long day, which is nowhere near over yet. I have to finish this reading so I can go to band tomorrow night. I have 3 term papers to work on due next week as well as my test Friday, so frankly, I don't know how I am going to slow down and enjoy my weekend ( Read more... )

Here we go. Not the most powerful image ever (not even sure I like it), but it's done and out there.

( Manipulation - an image to go with the poem. )