So, my first year at Rollins, I had the most amazing roommate. We had exactly one fight, ever, and at the end of it (which lasted less than a day) we both apologized. I met some kickass girls across the hall (if we can substitute Sarah for Beth for these fond memories) and loved the professors I came into contact with ( Read more... )

Reading this back, I see that all my entries since I have been back are sad ones. I hate that about myself. Upsetting or depressing things are usually the most easily remembered, but I still feel the self-obsessed need to document only those occasions. It's disgusting ( Read more... )

i can't even really express what i am thinking, because i don't know ( Read more... )

i have so much work due over the next couple weeks, i barely have time to sleep, or think about anything at all but school, and yet here i am distracted. i have three research papers, a presentation, five exams (and i'm only taking four classes!) and plenty of reading--including poetry and Milton's Paradise Lost, which is, in fact, more poetry. but ( Read more... )

So I used to watch these silly romantic comedies, and think that finding the one person who was "everything you never knew you always wanted" was the height of true love ( Read more... )

Sometimes you say you've taught us well, which is why none of us are married or have children. I'd like to tell you that your teaching comes through years of emotional crippling, and we're afraid we'll turn out like you ( Read more... )

it feels petty, and it probably is, but i'm angry at you for ruining everything.

i know that i messed up a lot of things in order to be with you, but that was something i really thought would be worth it in the end. i thought we would be worth it. i thought you would be worth it. i hate that i was wrong. that i bet on you, and lost.

i say things ( Read more... )

 i can find words to describe anything, and to talk about almost every moment of my day, and yet right now, i just feel like there aren't enough words with enough weight to express this feeling.
i used to think happy endings didn't exist. i haven't found anything even remotely resembling one, and everytime i thought i was getting close, things went ( Read more... )

I went to see a counselor at Rollins once and I hated it ( Read more... )

So right now, I'm trying my best to write a complete victim impact statement for the state attorney's office about the burglary which was perpetrated by a supposed friend on my apartment in March. I trusted her. My family and I welcomed her. We gave more to her than we ever had to--more than she ever deserved. And when I finally said no, she ( Read more... )