I often worry about the person I have become. So lax in values. I'll let excuses rule my life without personal responsibility.

I am the mess I am because I let myself become so. Disgusting.

I've sort of been crying off and on all day. The reality of the coming weeks is terrifying me. I am graduating college. I do not have a job lined up. I have no money. I will not be able to keep living with Chris ( Read more... )

And I'm pretty sure the professor could see the tears forming in my eyes as the frustration overwhelmed me. I'm tired of never understanding math. It's just too much for my brain to wrap around.

I feel like I'm mildly manic depressive. Or not. I don't know. Today just sort of sucked. It all started out so well, I was happy and actually wanting to go to school. Then I started my period. Then my TA didn't leave the key in his mailbox like I asked so that I could do lab work. I've gained 5 pounds. My boyfriend is being snappy. I have to wake ( Read more... )

So I have somehow achieved to cut my inner labia. Not sure how, but sweet baby moses does it hurt. I can't sit in certain positions. I can't pee. I can't have sex. Really bad timing cause I'm going to get my period on Monday, so we'll see if this can heal in time. Normally, this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but since we're going to our parents ( Read more... )

Sunday morning sex is quite possibly the best part about a relationship. The longer it's been since living in that apartment the better everything feels. It was seriously unhealthy. In other news of health: I get my wisdom teeth out on Tuesday. Fun fun fun. In the mean time I have to finish writing my term paper (4/7 pages written so far), read two ( Read more... )

Am I passive aggressively playing loud Le Tigre at 10 in the morning to get back at my roommates playing music from 1-4 in the morning and proceeding to have a threesome/orgy in the room right across from us with the loudest techno playing? Yup. Fuck them.

It might just be PMS, but I'm having a break down. It's not because of school, which is the usual culprit, but alas the age old foe: roommates. Everything was great the beginning of summer, of course, but that was because Thomas didn't live here. Chris and I had no one living across from us and we had this great bubble of privacy. Not anymore. ( Read more... )

as delicious as blue moon's summer honey wheat flavor is...never drink 6 in a night. oy vey.

Bored. Bored and angry never result in a sweet tasting day. But fuck it. It's overcast isn't it? Yes, it is. But the blue is slowly fighting its way towards victory. Bored? Yes. Due to the last, straggling days of summer stretching out far beyond their welcome. I'm stressed over money. I owe over 600 dollars on my credit card, which would be fine ( Read more... )