moving is my single most hated action...moving like into another house that is..well..i mean once i have carried items that weight more then i do i really don't want to move my body either..it hurts to type..so i am going to close my eyes and stop movement for a few hours..

just when i thought my worries with my neck were over... god sends me a curveball..

made me smile..

i want my seasons back..it is now the middle of september and 98 degrees outside.!.i miss west virginia..

yeah..hottness..i needed a break from everything..this past few days/weeks have been quite shitty...

now that i am in florida i guess i am supposed to know how to speak fucking spanish as if i were from cuba..i took a three years at so. chas., and i am lost after the first chapter of spanish 101..my teacher is pissed cause i have no clue what the fuck he asks me..he refuses to speak english..i guess i asked for it coming down south this far..

i am doubting everything i have ever believed..i feel fucking pathetic even thinking about it..i don't know what i want to do anymore..

so i have settled into college life and i am not as happy as i thought i would be..i always thought i would have time to just breathe and enjoy the wonders all around me..that is why i fell in love with this college in the first place..i go to class, work, eat, shower, see josh for a few seconds when he isn't working two jobs, and then try to sleep ( Read more... )

i had a tori moment..florida will do that to a girl..

doesn't need subtitles..completely ruined the beauty..