he has zero right to be rude to me two days after we break up. or ever.

i don't know how to do this. i just know that my instinct is telling me not to let myself get walked all over.

either way, i feel like someone is stomping on my stomach.

i wish someone was freaking here to hug me or slap me or anything. why did i come to maine?

i hate this paper so much ( Read more... )

so evan and i are still something but i'm not really sure what ( Read more... )

i think evan and i just broke up.

i'm coming home for easter.

dying.
dying.
stress is slowly killing me.
or quickly.

dear lord. 3000 words by this friday. not a minute of free time. i guess this weekend ill just have to make up for it by partying my ass off.

shit.

im back at school and i like it.

shit.

i swear, when i am in maine or boston, i GENUINELY want to be there next year.

but now i don't fucking know.
fuck.

i wish i could just accept that everyone just sucks. including me of course. but everyone at one point or another.

i don't like plan to hold grudges. i can't help it though.

I JUST GOT A NINE PAGE PAPER ASSIGNED.

TONIGHT.

IT IS DUE FRIDAY.

THAT IS ON TOP OF :

1 GIANT QUIZ
1 ORAL EXAM
1 MIDTERM GRADE FOR AN OUTLINE ON MY 25 PAGE THESIS
1 MIDTERM TAKE HOME THAT REQUIRED 5 PAGES OF ESSAY

THIS IS IN ADDITION TO CLASSES, EXTRACURRICULARS AND PURE STRESS.

FUCK

so i have a new addiction with ice breaker candy thingies. lemonade/watermelon/who else knows flavored.

they are very good and very sour.

they have no calories or no sugar though which leads myself and others to believe that they are made out of baby. they make my teeth hurt and my cheeks pruny.

try them.

was i really that naieve to think that everyone is not two-faced?

people talk shit about you, behind your back, no matter how close you think you are or whatever.

i don't trust anyone anymore. i really just can't. not here, not home, not strangers i meet on the street.

so i'm going to bed