I'm done being me. I'm sick of never doing anything right. ever. I'm just the one with so many screw ups. I work so hard, and it's just not enough. I look at everyone around me, and they just so completely surpass me and everything I do...and I don't want to be here anymore. I don't think anything I do even matters. I'm not saying I want ( Read more... )

spring break has been pretty good so far. I've worked like 15 hours already since Friday. My sister left for England Saturday. I was supposed to get off at 4 and have time to go with my family while they took her to the airport..but I accidentally got double shifted, and agreed to work until 7:30... so my mom and dad brought Jennifer into Target so ( Read more... )

go ahead and judge me. all of you. I'll live my life unscathed by your remarks, your thoughts.

the good days help to remind us why we live through the bad days.
the good days help to remind us why we live through the bad days.
the good days help to remind us why we live through the bad days.

there isn't anything better than a late night talk about life. there really isn't. A perfect way to end the weekend<33.

do you ever feel so alone that it seems as though you've been gone your entire life? Everything just begins to become another day, after day, after day. Somedays it dosen't even seem worth it. There is so much pent up, and no way to let it out. no way ( Read more... )

I really didn't know it was possible to be quite this happy ( Read more... )

today had been one of the most trying days of my life. It kills me sometimes how things happen. We can go from ecstatic to crushed then to confused like hell, yet our actual deep feelings never changed at all. I'm not giving up on this one. I know there's no reason to. It's worth everything to me right now.
: ] goodnight.

Poll the article I found on The Mona Lisa this afternoon was so interesting. It's crazy how little we truly know about that painting ( Read more... )

it's a sad state of affairs when you go to work and get followed around by creepy 19 year olds asking for your number, or when the cart attendant tells you that instead of doing his job, he's secretly checking you out. good. Is this really what people have become? What ever happened to being a good, caring, intelligent person? I can't remember the ( Read more... )