I'm a stranger in my own house.

Everytime I sit down to write something in this stupid thing nothing ends up coming out. I'll type, erase, type, erase etc. etc. until I just say fuck it. I'm so happy with life right now its kind of weird. There is always something to complain about but I just can't seem to think of anything. Yeah, work isn't as great as it used to be but whatever ( Read more... )

"Stupid," I yelled. "You're so stupid. Sylvan's girl! At least I don't need tutoring ( Read more... )

Ed is no longer working at Perry's and I'm going to cry so hard. 

No matter how comfortable I am, there are always clouds in my head.

     I know all I really do these days is talk about my work, but I love it. I don't like standing around so much because my feet hurt, but other than that, it's perfect.

I know school is starting but that doesn't bother me much; I believe Senior year is going to be great! Things are really looking up :D

I wish you weren't cracking up so close to the end of school...you know, Alex, it'd be a little easier and more convenient if you could just wait until summer to lose it ( Read more... )

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fucking thank god for the weekend.
oh & PS: i'm hot cause i'm fly, you ain't cause you not and this is why I'm hot.

I'm not even on the team and that Craig guy already scares me. Track scares me. What am I doing?