Holy fuck. I don't even know what is happening right now. It feels all too familiar. Maybe it is me then, why everything falls apart. Or maybe, I just happen to pick the weak ones. I don't think things will ever be the same again.

    Last night I stayed up late reading my old journal entries, of this journal and another from when I was 15. When I think about it, journals are a very unique experience. There is no other way to look back on any situation and remember how you truly felt. Our memories deceive us. No one wants to remember what a brat they were at 15, so when we ( Read more... )

I am beyond pissed right now ( Read more... )

1.  The school year is coming to an end. Tuesday is my last final, although I'm not leaving until Friday.
2. I'm an alternate R.A., which means I'll be coming back mid-august for training.
3. I am living in suite next year with 5 other girls, 4 of them seniors. Yay for my own bathroom!!!
4. I have a 10-ish page paper due Monday and I have barely started.
5. My ( Read more... )

I have so many things I want to say, but no words work.
Its like in that book, choke, where he always says "______ isn't the right word, but its the first word that comes to mind".
Well that is how I feel, but I don't want to use the words that aren't quite right.

aaaaaaaaaaaand I was right.

I've got this feeling, and it isn't a good one.

I just want snow. Since when is it 65 degrees mid-november...

I miss barcelona.

I can just see people finding joy in my misfortune.