fuck

getting accused of sexual harrasment.

I can't beleive this bullshit.

thinking about good times makes me feel a little sick to the stomach as well. and a lot of other things ( Read more... )

of course I never wanted things to be this way.

This could all be completly my fault.

these are the thoughts that give me an upset stomach and make me feel so guilty I fall into depression.

I'm being killed with work, and I have more than one bitch on my case about all manner of shit. Also, things are falling apart for so many people I care about. I feel so bad for them ( Read more... )

If you have a problem with this entry, I don't give a shit ( Read more... )

half of me is great. the other half, not so much.

yeah, I'm bored. Right now, I'm out of class. supposed to be in the bathroom ( Read more... )

Standing on the dock at Southampton ( Read more... )

Despite the fact that I have gone off my concerta meds, gone on antidepression meds, gotten better at not obsessing, gone to therapy, been able to eat these past few days (with the aid of tums), gotten better at being more cheerful or at least pretending to be more cheerful, and had a thouroughly good time at jill's party yesterday, there is still ( Read more... )