I'm sorry I can't finish what I wrote about you.
I don't think you understand how much I really like you.
And how much this is really silly and awful and it hurts a lot.

I'm sorry, Live Journal. It's another one of those posts.

Maybe next year?

carpet stains from coffee cups
Emery still makes me cry. :)

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Worst feeling first: I need three letters of recommendation. Two in-school, one out-school. Guess how many teachers I feel like I can really go to for a letter of recommendation in-school?
Hey, maybe next year, right! I'm sure colleges love to look at a transcript and see two audited classes. That's something they'd be really proud of.

don't look down, but I think we're dead!Now, since I am one to complain - a lot. I just thought I'd do it again and take a poll. So, here's the scenario: Your guy best friend, let's call him Hicam, gets a girlfriend. Let's call her Nemrac. (They're foreigners.) And that's fine and dandy. But see, Hicam used to be madly in love with you and you ( Read more... )

I, I don't like a guy who knows what to say. Who knows how to say the right things at the right times because he's a creature of habit. I don't like guys who want my naym, who want to know my sign: an inverted cross. I ( Read more... )

Now and then I'm scared, when somehow I forget how sounds become words or even sentences.Shit's pretty chill, you know. Today was fine, tomorrow I meet with the high schools guidance counselor. I'm going to give it another shot and try to shake this preconceived ideas that MH is awful, even if they may be true ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I forget how to think. More important, I sometimes forget that I know how to post an entry. And let me begin by saying, I think I might have had a break through ( Read more... )

Whether you and I really exist is not up to me or the powers of the universe, but up to a diplomat negotiating if that child gets his/her vaccination or if we should leave it up to the insects that pollute the air. And to be Frank, though I'm not a Frank, I'd like to know if out of sight or out of mind is the best policy, or if honesty is? Because ( Read more... )

Writing is so unfamiliar to me, these days. My words stopped flowing, I'm far from eloquent. Not that it matters in this one horse town. I could speak jibberish and that's almost as well as what they speak. I shouldn't be saying that, simply because they too are humans or something in that area and I'm sure they're decent people to their illegal ( Read more... )

I can handle death, but I can't handle leaving. It's going to be good, it's horrible knowing that this isn't home, anymore. Don't read this and be sad, be happy that my mom found what she's looking for.