I can't sleep. I'm restless and anxious. I'm so tired of being here, right here. I'm suffocated. I can't even really explain what I mean. Life is scary, or, maybe its the anticipation of what's to come. Everything is so stale. I'm afraid he thinks I'm stupid. I... I don't know. I like who I am as a person, but I'm sure a lot of people don't, or ( Read more... )

Answer these questions honestly ( Read more... )

My stomach feels odd. And I'm frustrated and I hate this. I wish I had something wrong with me to the point that I had a therapist or something. I would love to have someone paid to listen to me. So that I could talk and talk and talk for hours about whatever I was thinking. I would love it. Just to be able to get it out, and not worry if I'm ( Read more... )

So, yes, I miss NYC terribly. I had the best time and met the best people. I came to a conclusion, which has been verified by numerous others. NYC girls are lame and rude and terrible. NYC guys on the other hand, are actually much nicer, polite, and respectful. Which is weird and not what I was expecting ( Read more... )

I'm home, but all I want is to go back to New York.

I'm not really going to say anything about my trip.

But I had the best time of my life.

And I miss it (and you) terribly :(

The end.

So, someone threw out my paycheck at Cold Stone. Cool, jerks. I didn't need that 300 as money to survive in NYC next week or anything. I don't need to pay for, you know, meals. I called Mark, one of the owners, completely having a panic attack. Luckily, as long as no one has cashed it yet, it's really easy for him to cancel it and get me a new one ( Read more... )

So, the update. I haven't really been doing anything all too exciting. Saturday I woke up at 12 30, and realized, oh shit, I have to be at work at 1. So I threw some clothes on and stumbled out of the house. When I got to Libbie I felt like death. I was about to pass out for some reason, and I was sure I was going to vomit all over everything. ( Read more... )

I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you. Do you think at all? Do you care about anyone else's feelings but your own? No, I didn't think so ( Read more... )

I'm not going to pretend reading that didn't kind of feel like a slap in the face. Great ( Read more... )

apparently colleges hate me.

sweet.

i think i'm more disapointed in this then when nathan broke up with me.

i feel like the entire four years spent at governor's were a complete waste.

great.

bye.