I'm an entirely different person from when this journal was first started . . . I think this chapter is coming to a close; however, a whole new one is beginning.

Farewell Cavere . . . you're not so simple-minded anymore.

Polina, Luke & I are getting up before the sun so we can drive up to the mountain and watch it rise!

FUCK.

Victoria....

Don't worry about it.
I gave you an "A".

Prof. B

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Everyone is concerned, even my pa. Sometimes I won't wake up to my alarm clocks, and I become violent whenever I'm under pressure. This semester I only took 8 courses, which I believe I handled fairly well. Next semester it's 10. My agreement with the dean was that if I kept my 4.0 gpa after 8 classes, then she'd sign off on 10. 30 credits, plus an ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder if in the event that I become a doctor if I will celebrate this either by adopting my first child, or committing suicide.

Either way, they're both permanent, life-altering decisions.

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I finally had company. It was filled with laughter, giggles, and smiles on a continuous basis for the past few days. Yet, no matter what I end up feeling this wall inside myself mentally - I can't get past it. There's just so much stress ( Read more... )

I miss you, I really do. I wish you weren't such a drug addict . . . I wish the drugs hadn't taken away your old personality. The reality is I don't know you anymore. I stopped knowing who you were back in 2005. What am I supposed to do? I can't be around you. I can't fall with you ( Read more... )

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