I'm so fed up with being angry and sad and anxious all the time. I just fucking want to be happy going to school and do work and be productive and shit. This sucks ( Read more... )

Sometimes, the things you say hurt me. And it doesn't really matter how they are intended, because after the fact when I find out, the hurt is still there. Maybe I'm oversensitive, but if I am, it's not really my problem ( Read more... )

Proudly A Stick-In-The-Mud
Baseball is great, but is it practical?

I’m seriously enraged, yet smug in the comfortable cocoon of my liberal beliefs.

I just finished reading Susan Nielsen’s column, entitled “Baseball might be too fun for Portland”, which is based on almost entirely on her stereotype of a liberal: boring, unintelligent, and ( Read more... )

I finished Veltman's paper, actually, MY FUCKING PAPER, and saved it as "bitch paper.doc". I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Now I think I'm going to relax and clean my room and listen to Death Cab For Cutie.

In other news, MemeGens suck, as well as Law and Order.

Except this isn't Anderson, Indiana, and I'm not as cool as Kris Roe. I wonder what it's like to write songs I like as much as other peoples ( Read more... )

I don't know why I even talk anymore. All I do is fuck up and hurt people. I think I deserve what I've gotten. I've been crying for half an hour. Why don't I just fucking kill myself? I'll tell you why. I'm a fucking masochist. I'd rather experience the pain that I put myself through. I wonder if I was born without the part of your brain ( Read more... )

Guess who said that? Fucking J.D. Salinger, and he's fucking right ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I'm just chilling here in biology class waiting for the rest of the kiddies to finish their tests so I can give my presentation. I'm so tired. I worked from 7 to 3:30 yesterday, running till. Triple tall 2 pump vanilla nonfat latte! Then I went to Nathan, and I got home at like 7, and watched Willy Wonka and the chocholate factory, ( Read more... )

What do you do when one person says one thing, and the other person contradicts it with their actions? How do you know who to trust ( Read more... )

I was born cursed and lonely. From the very moment the glare of the hospital lights shone in my blue eyes, I cried. But not for the shocking cold air of the open world. I wailed because I knew my fate. The scrub-clad doctors slapped my back to make sure I was breathing, and that was when I first knew the sharp pain of life. As my father bathed ( Read more... )