this is my life in a constant fabricated euphoria, in a false sense of alacrity that's leading to my destruction. thread by thread, i'm unraveling. i spend my existence dazed and jaded barely awake and barely alive. i have become what i swore i could never be. i have become lost in darkness, codependency my only light. i wish nothing more than
early egyptian art history is the sinlge most brain numbing course ever offered at any scholarly institution in the entire nation, possibly even the world.
i'm going to tucson this weekend. god only knows why. luckily, i wont have to put up with anyone that i dont want to. it's fun not giving a fuck.
how dare you claim that i have no reason to hate you. take a fucking look at yourself. you're one huge, disappointing heartbreak. whatever, i honestly have no energy left to fight you.
i have to save my energy for someone else. i mean something else. hah.
a really cute boy sat next to me in sociology today. i'm pretty sure he was gay though. but he made fun of people's ugly sideburns with me. hot, fashionable, and overly critical of the world? just my type!
i'm sunburnt from tanning and windburnt from snowboarding and am deathly ill for the third time in five months. but at least i have my gay sociology