i'm holed up, resentfully, on campus in the library. group projects are the stupidest invention of all mankind. i'm not sure why i'm even here still. it's fucking obvious the weird guy with the condescending nasal voice is not going to email me the shit i needed him to email before fucking midnight.  my face is hot, eyes heavy and red (for no ( Read more... )

1) last night lacked any actual evidence of socializing. however, i'm pleased that i'm accepting my deeply asocial personality more & more everyday. new years still held a few gems though: jimmy stewart, lavender vodka and a pain pill (that is howmuch it takes to derail all my neurotic obsessive behavior that, despite it being my holiday break, has ( Read more... )

"Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they dont live by them at all. That's what writers are like. When you read what they write, whether it's their poems or their letters, you think they know something, but usually they are just messes"    - a.s.