shockingly, this summer didn't get a whole hell of a lot better than the fall or spring that came before it. yes, i am rested, yes, i did spend 90% of my time sleeping or reading. but my social life hasn't changed, if anything it's gotten worse ( Read more... )

i am generally dissatisfied with my life at the moment. but what's new? i miss being content and mostly happy with everything. all of this school work and preparing for college and the stress of not knowing if it will even have been worth it is getting to me. my self-esteem is low, my social life is practically in ruins, and i am mentally exhausted ( Read more... )

I am seriously concerned about you. What the fuck is going on with you and your attendance? How do I manage to have a 95 in a class that we're equally capable in, but you're failing? Why are you avoiding me? How hard is it to return a text message saying 'my bad, i fucked up'? What the fuck are you doing? I know you're ready to be out and you have ( Read more... )

aaaand then i went back to school

the extra-long, relatively stress-free holiday break has restored some marginal bit of my former self. can't wait until things slow down at the end of may and actually become exciting and senior-year-y! and then summer, when i have absolutely nothing to do but lay about, wander around outdoors, and drink profusely with my friends. ah, it makes me ( Read more... )

why won't your ghost let go of me? my other ghosts are too far gone to recall, but here you are, reappearing and disappearing and taunting and being utterly happy in your own ghostly life. god, i don't even make any sense. i'm sick of the tiniest things setting me off, of too much closeness and being too far away. i'm really especially tired of ( Read more... )

i don't like your girlfriend because she's your girlfriend. which is sad, because i'd probably rather like her otherwise.

I love how, about twice a year, my dad turns something I do into his problem and goes berserk. Apparently nicking SUVs in parking lots is cause for him to move out, since I'm quite obviously the Antichrist and I was lying about everything ( Read more... )

apparently people don't always get better with age, they get more idiotic.

If your life goes in cycles and there are troughs, expansions, contractions, and booms, then I better be about as close to the trough as I can get. My life isn't terrible, its just so under stimulating and a little too busy. I could handle the busy with more finesse if I had a more exciting social life in the works.
Blah, lackluster.