I have no friends here...no real ones anyway. They're just hangout buddies. But they don't even want to hang out anymore. Not that my OLD friends want to hang out, either. No one calls, no one comes to see me. I can't go see them; I don't have my car ( Read more... )

Hmmm.....let's see...what was last night? Ah yes, I went to a party and got wasted. I ended up doing a lot of drunk-dialing: very bad. I called up Mr. Douchebag himself and left a message apologizing for writing obscene things about him on the backs of bingo cards with his number. Lol. He deserved it anyway. Maybe I am a little sorry. Only a little ( Read more... )

Tomorrow....back to work ( Read more... )

Hmmmmm.....I've been very nocturnal lately. Today I went to bed at 10 AM and woke up at 8:30 PM. I've got to stop doing this before classes start ( Read more... )

He makes me sad ( Read more... )

No end in sight. God help me ( Read more... )

I found a heads-up penny outside my door when I woke up this morning. Good omen? Someone trying to tell me something? Wishful thinking? Probably ( Read more... )

Just got back from a party. I am still drunk. This dude that I did some regretable things with was there and he would not leave me alone. Grr... I am still drunk. This is the fifth night in a row. I have ceased to care, though. Tonight was actually very fun compared to last night(when I was puking). There was lots of people and this amazing guy ( Read more... )

Wasted for the fourth night in a row last night. I called my ex-boyfriend, but he wasn't there, so I ended up talking to his fourteen-year old sister. He called back six times, but I was already passed out. He called today and told me I probably shouldn't call his house like that anymore. No shit ( Read more... )

Dreams.

Elevators. Always plummeting. Crashing. Broken.

Staircases. Spiral. Or an empty gap where one should be.

Crying blood. Dying people crying blood.

One of these almost every night, and I have no idea what it means.