I don't know what's wrong with me.
So I read all day to stop feeling
like crap

I'm feeling more

and more

and more

and more

lost.

Three more weeks of class. And then ( Read more... )

I'm reading Jane Austin novels again.
Again.
Again.
For like the millionth time.
I don't even understand it.
But I guess I don't have to.

I'm so anxious to leave.

I need something to read.
Again.

Something is wrong.

I don't exactly know what I've been doing with my life lately. It seems like it's just been a whole lot of nothing with some randomly being sad mixed in. I guess I'm sort of just waiting until I move again ( Read more... )

I seem to have this wonderful knack for making a right mess of things.

beautiful.