Each and every day, my parents become harder and harder to live with. I try to explain a simple situation to them, and they reject it without even understanding what I'm saying, only to change their minds once it's too late.

I can't communicate with them. They just don't understand anything I say.

It's really cold. Seriously. 39oF.

My toes feel funny.

I should stop being to paranoid about everything. I don't know why I obssess, and I hate that I let it be so debilitating.

Arghft.

Whoohoo for a Democratic majority!

My red red hair is so pretty. It's incredibly dry from the dye, but it sure is shiny!

So Phi Theta Kappa emailed me. Apparently, they'd love it if I joined their orgization. They've extended me the official invitation to apply online for membership ( Read more... )

Either God hates me or I just have the worst luck ever.

I have this strange knack for getting sick at the worst times. Like the day I have a presentation in my religion class, for example.

So I'm not moving to Denton. I'm not going to UNT, and I'm not going to try and get a job at Hooters to pay for the apartment I'm not going to rent ( Read more... )

There are too many things I don't understand. Like how I always feel like I'm falling apart, yet on the surface everything is fine. I can go about my day like it's nothing, but anytime I have a moment to stop and think, the pieces start slipping away.

I'm heading toward a nervous breakdown, but I don't know who will suffer most of the destruction

So I'm not graduating from Richland this semester. I tried taking an online American lit class, and the teacher was ridiculous. If I had kept my grade up in that class, I would have barely passed or outright failed my others. It's an elective class anyway ( Read more... )