It's actually been three years, and it still hurts as much as it did then. I don't understand.

I just thought you ladies would like to know...I still have my Ensign Select Hillman's Primary Kool-Aide cup. I keep it on my desk, next to my monitor.

mentally AND physically, I might add. Gross.

So it's been about four or five days since I last updated. As a matter of fact, nobody will read this log until I can get an internet connection. And that's about a month away. But hey, you'll have plenty of reading material when I finally upload these ( Read more... )

I'm going to start updating as often as possible...maybe every night before I go to bed, maybe every other night, maybe while I'm supposed to be doing my homework. I'm going to talk about what happened during the day, even if it's only "ate food, slept". I gotta get a grip on everything that's going on, everything that I'm feeling and thinking ( Read more... )

Home

This is the only fucking time I will do one of these.


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While all of my classmates are taking "The Widowmaker" tomorrow, I'll be relaxing in Chief's office. That's a bad feeling.

I'm too insecure, I need to have a little more faith. Right now, though, I just want to be home.

Sleepy time, ttyl.

Smiley out.

Everyone look upon my anguish, and pity me!

XD

This is really starting to aggrivate me. Why, when my life is looking so good, should I feel so bad? What the hell is with my existance, that I can't have my cake and eat it too? I do my best to orchestrate my life to please her, but I don't think she'll ever trust me. I don't know if she understands what dreams I've thrown away for her already ( Read more... )