oh. oh. oh. i should be writing my paper on buddhist mythology..but i simply don't feel like it. im bored. i have to go back to work. what the hell. i hate work.
dave leaves in less than a month. oh man oh man. i cant believe it.
but we had our 6 months last week...so that was grand.
so i was reading my entires from like last year. and i realized how completely morbid they were. and since i dont feel like deleting every single depressing thing i wrote. im just going to verbally erase them.
im sick of getting hurt im sick of being let down im sick of letting myself trust people im sick of having hope that anyone in the world has any ounce of kindess whatever. im so completely over people. grow up. seriously.