sucks working your ass off and getting nothing in return. it really makes me just want to give up.

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And don't expect updates on any sort of regular, semi-regular, yearly, monthly...you-name-it...don't expect it ( Read more... )

Five minute break before I get back to chemistry. I know I'm not going to do well on this test and it makes me not want to work hard. I know that's a terrible way to look at it. But that's the way I see it. Especially since I don't care at all.

I can't wait for summer. I can't wait for something.

I just want someone's hand to hold.

It's ok that I wasted so much time thinking that I deserved to be fucked with. It's ok that I thought I was beneath him and that I put up with that shit for so long. Because who's gonna get the last laugh now? Who's the independent one now? Who's stronger? I am ( Read more... )

About to go swimming, but I want to hear the rest of this song and my Ipod is out of battery, so I must sit here for another minute or so.

I need to schedule. Soon. Or I will die. Ok I won't die but I might spontaneously combust or something.

I'm actually kind of proud of my procrastinating self. I started this paper at 11 o'clock and I finished at like 3:30. It's a beautiful paper too. All about the ideas of marriage in the perfect societies created by Plato in The Republic and More in Utopia and how they differ from what our culture thinks of marriage and how their thoughts could ( Read more... )

It just wasn't me to have to need a boyfriend. But I still want one. And it confuses me. I'm too choosy. But I'm not going to lower my standards just so I can not be alone anymore. But maybe I'm not the type of girl who's allowed to be choosy. No one seems to choose me ( Read more... )

Our generation gets bitched at for the amount of shit that's on tv these days. The sexuality of the young people is so terrible. But we don't put it on television, and we were not the originators of this sexuality. The men and women programming our tvs came from the generation of the excess of sex, the 60s, the 70s, where there was no problem ( Read more... )

I just wish I was important. I wish I was important to someone. I wish I was important to someone special. I wish people cared enough to see me as someone of importance in their life, someone who was worth a little time, some energy.

Someday I'll stop selling myself short.