you've got me inside out

...i can't deal with all this.
half of it is my own fault...
...there's just too much work
and i can't keep up.

i'll never graduate...
...and even if i do my dad won't let me live on residence
i have no control over my life or my destiny....
...i have to justify everything i do to my father
what the hell is even the point,

i really ( Read more... )

you can keep my things, they've come to take me home


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i am useless. i can't get anything done when i should, and i waste so much time it ought to be a crime ( Read more... )

it's a rose for my beauty
a key for my handcuffs
and a guitar for my music

the rain this morning was so beautiful. i left at 7am, and the sun wasn't up, so i walked in the light warm rain.
the lights were still glowing in the dark, and i felt infinite. i don't know why. if i hadn't been carrying books and stuff, i would have run and spun and stuff, 
just because thats what the rain made me want to do. i was in a 60s mood ( Read more... )

and if i wash my hands in your dirty water, will your religion make me clean?

i was reading another journal, and i realized that relationships bother me because i've never had one. no guy in this world could ever care that much about me. i'm not the kind of girl that guys can see themselves with. Either I'm the girl they want to just shut up and die ( Read more... )

i don't want it to be like this....i feel like i'm split into several little fragments, none of which are particularly useful to anyone. 
there's the academic me, who worries constantly about homework and doing well in courses, and desperately wants to acheive.
there's the practical me, who is worried about universities and work. i need to balance ( Read more... )

take your silver spoon and dig your grave.

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this has been an amazing weekend...jess's party yesterday and Toronto Beatle's Celebration with Darci today. This weekend, I love life.


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