with the remains of my dinner lying next to me like the remains of my life- decimated and throughly picked over-- i'm not quite sure where to turn.

our moth teacher isn't here. it amuses me greatly that the whole class laughs at his pain. his back is out. our sub is in general just a nicer, better person than steinke. it's nice to not have to dread coming for second hour. damn spring break coming now when we actually have someone likeable around. bugger.

(I was so tempted to turn this in

my amber is so wonderful. *luff*

you know, i just don't have the drive anymore. i'm just staying afloat. and right now, thats ok by me. i miss *wanting* to do things though. i miss having a need to create something other than writing. i miss art.

rebecca? you remember when you bought me flowers? *smile* i remember that. i didn't know it then, but it's one of my favorite memories. we just went out and got g-ma some roses for her b-day. she says she loves them, but in reality, she hates having to take care of them. she doesn't mind so much in the summer when i can come over to change the ( Read more... )

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no one gives a damn. not about me, not about anything. fuck this.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!