happy happy happy happy happy happy.

and doing things with my life. and myself.

but I'm really, really happy.

people fucking piss me off.

if you can't say anything nice, then don't say an effing thing. Because I really just don't give a fuck. especially if you reply anonymous. and its out of insecurity.

At least 'Taylor BoBaylor' had enough nerve to reply as herself.

I am not interested in writing about what my day consisted of or how bad I feel or any of that, simply because in the large heap of things, it is naturally irrelevant. If I ignore the fact that I feel bad, it will eventually be overpowered. Not by good feelings, but at least by a sense of numbness ( Read more... )

We have a week left and all of my friends are going to go back home. This is exactly how it has always been for me. During the year, I have friends from school (whether it be in high school or in higher education). So now, I am going to have to stay home and work with people who do not appreciate me. All the while, I will be missing Jimmy and the ( Read more... )

Jake texted me saying, "I forgot to tell you that the girl from the Twilight movie reminds me of you".

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I am so sick of having to listen to people complain about not getting what they want. However, they don't do anything with their life. At all. It's not that they are depressed, it's that they are lazy.

and I deal with them because I care about them and don't want them to feel bad.

I just really hate how other people make me so insecure sometimes. Even when they don't, that feeling just remains dwindling towards me. It's frustrating. Also, it snowed last night, but it's going to be 70 degrees Sunday? I'm sick of this weather and walking across campus freezing to death.

that is all.

So, I've been very ill for the past week. I mean, ear aches, sore muscles, swollen lymph nodes, blisters on throat and blisters on swollen tonsils. All of that jazz. I had to miss 3 classes! And, oh yes, I actually had to call into work. I've never had to call into work before. Pft. I wish I could say that I am feeling better, but the only way I ( Read more... )

School starts back on Thursday, and I still do not have my 35 mm camera, my art supplies, or lastly, my books. I'm not gonna allow myself to be too concerned with this though, in the midst of driving myself further over the edge ( Read more... )