Is everybody's life as chaotic as mine? Ugh, I'm cracking, cracking under the pressure. I can hardly sleep anymore. During the day the stress doesn't really hit because I am constantly on the go. It's just when I lay down to sleep, that my mind starts racing. Every fiber of my being really wants to just give up on everything, but some force ( Read more... )

I'm starving, urgh... I really need a cigarette though. I'm not intentionally trying to quit, it just sorta happened naturally. Yesterday I only smoked one cigarette, and now I find myself particularly on edge. I hate this stupid IM noise, which in turn makes me want to reach through the computer and punch Will. Agh. I really want to continue, ( Read more... )

I am completely amazed at the power my dad has of making me feel guilty, when I do absolutely nothing wrong. I mean, I go out on a date, and he starts grilling me randomly. Asking his name, age, where we went, what we talked about, where he works, blah blah. Like, wtf, am I 14 again? And even then, he never pryed so much. I think this may be ( Read more... )

This weekend has been pretty fun. Aside from nearly fainting at the club right in front of Big Boy and his entourage. =\. Haley and I always have the best nights, I swear ( Read more... )

I'm skipping class today. But not truely skipping it, just leaving early. I need a mental break. Working 6 days a week, and going to school full-time is kicking my ass ( Read more... )

Ugh, where is Will? I'm tipsy, and I miss him like crazy. It's like so lame that he has to live so far away. We should be able to save up enough money so I can go over there, but we've been saying that for way too long now. Why must he seem like the perfect person for me? Damn ( Read more... )

I wish I knew how to cry, because I'm sooo in the mood to just hide under my covers the rest of the weekend. And just sob. Blahhh. I wish I wasn't so damn fickle. When I'm single, I want a boy. When I have a boy, I get freaked out. Alas, I'll be lonely or unhappily hooked forever!! At least I'll have more time for my studies and what-not ( Read more... )

I hate nostalgia.

Morgan loves her doodlebops. She has been watching them over and over again. And I just read a year's worth of entries for someone else's journal. I'm such a creeper ( Read more... )

It's 2:15am, I'm not sleeping, and my dad isn't home. My mind feels like it's eating itself alive. I'm questioning whether to sleep or not, doesn't seem like an option right now. Damn, where is my dad?? He didn't pick up his phone, and I don't think that getting groceries would take this long if he got out of work at midnight. Perhaps he's ( Read more... )