This is the stage when every little thing you do is judged and nothing you do is ever right. And it's so hard to live in a society where you know you'd never fit in. Sometimes, you wonder why you even bother trying.
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They'll never understand it anyway; they never do.

Instead of studying for my Theo orals (which I believe I will fail, I mean, hello, it's THEO) tomorrow, I've been texting/im-ing people regarding my missing books. So if any of you guys have forgotten to return my missing books (Chuck Palahniuk's Haunted, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and ASOUE 9, to name a few) please please drop me a line so I ( Read more... )

I'm going to stop caring for those who purposely and consciously CHOOSE to make their own lives miserable. It's a sick and tacky way to get attention.

Today was almost perfect. Almost.
I'd say it's too good to be true, but there's always that little thing that manages to fuck everything up.
STILL, THANKS GUYS. To say the least, you've made my days extra, extra special and sweet, with chocolate chip sprinkles on top!

Sometimes I'm such a lousy friend.

He says, "It's too much."; I say, "Is it ever enough?"

1. LRT - Some random guy winked at me and said, “Hi Miss.” I would’ve winked back if he was hot. But he wasn’t, so I cringed instead ( Read more... )

I’m glad a lot of my friends and acquaintances (strangers even) feel comfortable enough to unburden themselves by talking to me. In a way, it’s a very flattering to see so how so many people manage to trust me explicitly, to appear in their most vulnerable form before my eyes. But I wonder what compels them to open up to me because I know if I were ( Read more... )

I feel so utterly disgusted with myself. But I still can't stop.

It continues to haunt me.

And I can't sleep, think and work properly.