Tell me what you HONESTLY think about me.
Be as brutal or as sweet as you want.
You can even tell me anonymously.

"No one can make you feel inferior
without your consent."
--Eleanor Roosevelt

I miss having more than 1 person
that I know I could call at 4am,
and they'd listen

Fuck friendships.

I can't breathe

Right now I'm hearing "There She Goes" by Six Pence None the Richer, drinking my Diet Coke, and suddenly my horrible day is undeniably better!

As much as I think I hate this year I love it so much, I never want it to stop, I never want to stop feeling young and invincible and bittersweet and beautiful when you look at me.

SAT's/colleges/grades/careers/my future
all give me breakouts.

Friday was Mr. Deep Run which although was entirely too long was hilarious altogether. Afterwards John and I eventually went to Eric's house for just a little. Yesterday was BEAUTIFUL and him and I went to the Y and ate bad spaghetti and I went into work at 4:30, what a stressful night. Naturally I solved this stress factor by getting my fill off ( Read more... )

No but seriously, every week is
jam-packed with superflous gayass school work
that I don't particularly feel like caring about.


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