Well the weekend is here. Skipped the last two days of class. Still have homework to do. Feeling very down lately, but I skipped the last two meetings with my councilor. Need to stop that ( Read more... )

On Friday, Francois asked me how I thought the weekend would go. I told him, "Interesting." I was certainly right ( Read more... )

All the doors are open, I have simply to walk through one or the other. I worry far too much about other people and not nearly enough about what makes me happy. I could live on day to day happiness, but what makes me happy will often hurt others. I guess at the end of it, I must find a balance between selfishness and selflessness, or I will find ( Read more... )

It's a good day.

It's a good time to grow up.

I need some change in my life, and it may be coming soon.

Life moves ever forward, and I hope I am not run over along the way.

Mi-a-hii ( Read more... )

It's amazing how little things can crawl under your skin, and make your whole day shitty.

Here's to the weekend, no idea how it'll turn out.

Happiness is a cookie, or a three-second orgasm, or a cigarette. You eat the cookie, you cum, you smoke the butt, and then you wake up and go to work.

No matter what happens, I have myself ( Read more... )

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This is supposed to be getting easier, right ( Read more... )

What's the use?