My mom is driving me up a wall, I'm driving her up a wall, and we're both, quite honestly, driving ourselves up a wall -- all at the same time, mind you. And that puts us where exactly? You'd think after driving that far up you'd get to some semblance of heaven, but no; it isn't like that at all ( Read more... )

I don't know how to stop what I'm doing right now. What I did all during Spring. What I always do. I'm sick of it. This is the worst side of me. Why can't I be productive? Why can't I be just like every other damn worker human ( Read more... )

Mania exploded, and I am confused now. There's too much drama in my life. There's too much confusion. Veronica always talks about how she wants to up and leave, but I'm about ready to run away too. If only I had somewhere to go ( Read more... )

I wish that my mom would quit trying to tell me to apply to places that I know drug test.
And I fucking hate drug tests.

My mom is going to kill me. My cell phone bill for last month is over $300, because I went way over on minutes talking to my friends from NY (mostly Michelle and Graham). Shit. Shit shit shit. Life gets worse and worse, and it's all my own doing ( Read more... )

Poor people don't get to have fun.

I was just watching a show on the Travel Channel about pizza: NY vs. Chicago ( Read more... )

Rule of thumb when it comes to dealing with Dominique:

If you make me happy then I will make you happy in return.

Today is the worst day that I've had since coming home.

And there's nowhere to run,
And there's no one left to save me.

My life is starting to seem really hopeless. I don't want it to, but I guess shit happens, yeah ( Read more... )