i am done. i am fucking done with you. i refuse to go through this anymore. i will not allow myself to fall back to you because i love you. i always feel like if i try a little harder, give just a little more that things will get better. but enough of that i'm through. i'm through with beating myself up over this. this is you. this is your faught. ( Read more... )

i haven't been this sick in a very very long time. i feel like i am dieing... oh me. i am so hungry but i can't handle food right now. if i could get rid of this fever things would be okay. i am so behind in school it makes my head hurt worse ( Read more... )

i hate living in pennsylvania i hate hate hate it! i hate it so much that when i have to go back and can't stay home i become a total bitch. i just can't help it, it truly depresses me into a bitchy mood that much when i'm faced with returning to this place. i really love my school work, but i feel my hatred for this place is affecting it. all that ( Read more... )

so today my alcohol citation came in the mail. yeah what a phone call that was from my parents. my dad doesn't seem that upset, but i really feel like i've let them down. i don't want to lose the trust that they've given me. i don't want them to think that they can't let me go out without telling them every detail or i'm going to go get into ( Read more... )

i don't feel like going to class today. i feel awful. i am deffinently not going to class tomorrow. i am not done with the 4x5 project and i just have too much going on. i miss home; i hate it here. It's really lonely here and all of the people that are important to me feel so far away. it's gotten to the point that i am coming home every weekend ( Read more... )

i am in love. hopelessly.

A person is valued because they are remembered; a person is remembered because they have a story worth retelling. i wonder if i will ever be valued? will i be worth remembering, or better yet will my life even have a story worth speaking of?

i feel very alone in all of this. i wish you would say something to make me feel better. or better yet maybe DO something to make me feel better. i feel second rate. unimportant. you can't even take 5 seconds out of your day to talk to me. how did this happen. how did things get this off track?

i want to go home but at the same time i don't wanna go home. going home will just force me to face realities that i don't want to; however it also will most likely make me feel better to be home with my friends and family.

oh and by the way fuck bitchy roommates they can burn in hell.

also. i got a fabulous sweatshirt today. yay.

so basically i've decided my decision that my other two roommates were fun was extremely incorrect. infact at this moment i rather dislike them. i think i am going to take the train into center city tonight ..... maybe ( Read more... )