bleh.

i'm really freaking out about grad school right now, and graduating, and GRE's, where i am going to live and life in general ( Read more... )

i'm pissed at myself.
what am i doing?
i need to go, just go.

if you were out of my head i'd leave you alone.

don't you miss me? Are you trying to teach me a lesson? I just want to talk. I don't like this silent treatment.

I don't know why i continue to persist, i guess i can't help it.

What is my problem?

what were our problems?

I hate

beaker-feelings.

i'm calling into work and telling them i have "pink eye."
I totally screwed myself with this painting...

Also, i miss having someone to get juice for me when i wake up in the morning.
and that is not just anyone.
One has to have very high qualifications.

there isn't a day that goes by where i don't think about it.
there isn't an hour that i am not reminded.

It's like PTSD, having things constantly trigger past experiences,
except not in that horrifying way.

i miss him.

time is flying by,
but each day couldn't move any slower.

i think about shit way too much,
and it lingers.

i just want to go home,
but i know once i get there i wont be happy.

i just want to know what is right.
i just really really want to know.

i hate being a shitty waitress.

no mas novio

it has been less than three weeks since i have seen kenny, and its kinda sad how much i miss him ( Read more... )

primary yellow.