Fuck homework and productivity. Fuck this mood and fuck my thoughts. Fuck this journal in never going public with any of what I call Truth. Fuck me for being more of a hypocrite than you will ever know. Fuck the fact that I try to be someone I am not for people if I know they do not like who I really am. Fuck that. Fuck me ( Read more... )

My new project has begun ( Read more... )

I've decided that online conversations are never a good idea ( Read more... )

I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to reiterate my wonderful break ( Read more... )

I'm home, and already alone. How does that work?

It feels like I've been gone a lot longer than 2 months.
Things are different.
Things feel different, being here ( Read more... )

Perhaps I was wrong to say, "damn my immune system," as - because of it - I had an easy work load tonight in the Admissions Office. Sorting, alphabetizing, and shredding. (That's right. Shredding.) It was much better than, "Hi, my name is Emily, I'm a student calling from Hamline... how's your college search going?" as my voice sounds absolutely ( Read more... )

"I'm sick, you're tired... let's dance."
Damn my immune system.

My top 3 most played songs
1. Elephant Love Medley
2. Come What May
3. Your Song

Yep. I'm a sap.


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I get extra credit for English if I spend at least 12 consecutive hours in bed, this weekend.

I have no voice ( Read more... )