Everything has been moving really slow these past few weeks.
The days that I am at school go by really slow.  They are boring, uninteresting and by the third class, I am ready to pass out.  At first it seemed like Western was an Ivy league compared to this.  But...I have come to find that looks aren't everything.  The classes here are a lot harder ( Read more... )

 My life has meaning, once again.

It feels so good.

 I'm so tired, but I can't sleep.

 There have been times in my life during which I was genuinely happy.  I mean, truly, without a doubt, all around happy.
This is not one of those times. 
I can't remember the last time I had one of those times.
I know something (or multiple things) need to change in order for me to become genuinely happy.  However, I don't know what exactly.

I feel ( Read more... )

I hate this feeling.

There is something I need to change about myself and/or my life.
I have no idea what.
But it needs to change.

2009 is scaring the shit out of me ( Read more... )

It feels pretty okay to be home.  My dad is getting on my nerves every other second, but I can deal with it ( Read more... )

 I have never been so stressed out/anxious/pissed off/annoyed in my entire life.
Welcome to the world of college finals week, Cayla.

It is Tuesday.  The week from hell has begun.  It is only day two, and I have already tried putting my head through a wall.  Holy shit ( Read more... )

Today, I came to the realization that I am a creature of habit.

Why did it take me 18 years to notice this?