longest fucking night of my life...

welcome to Christmans Eve...

I think.

.

screw this shit...

sigh...

an impossible situation...

I feel sick. Incredibly tired and sore.

And I just feel so lonely out here in the nether-reaches of western washington. Sigh...when the word "home" lost it's meaning more than ten years ago, it's a sign that you've grown up far too fast. I feel so old...and yet so young. When will this misplacement dissipate?

I will spend approximately twenty to thirty thousand dollars and waste countless hours in my quest to become a teacher; and all of it is material I already know, or could more easily (in less time and for far less money) teach myself ( Read more... )

Well, now that I've recieved a formal invitation, I find I have little reason to oppose attendning that IB thing.

Damn.

sigh

today, I state my intention NOT to go to the IB reunion thing.

...and why, on nights like tonight, do I feel so alone?