I find myself staring in a daze. Every waking second, I feel is another second wasted. Another second in which my life slips past me. I'm here- I'm alive. Yet it's only a physical existence, for my mind died a long time ago
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Hey, everyone. Still feeling like shit and wishing i was dead, or at least, not here. I hate the Beacon, I really do. The only reason I'm staying on it next semester is b/c I'm a journalism major. I really don't want to go to The Beacon workshop today. Fuck it. I'm def. going drunk, or if not drunk yet, still drinking during the workshop.
I love insomnia. Seriously. It's a great feeling. I just found out that I got a position on the Beacon next semester as a copy editor. I guess I really do suck at writing articles. Anyway, whatever.