The only bonus to being agitated, nervous, anxious, etc. is that I lose my overly humongous apetite.

I haven't eaten anything of any true substance since lunch yesterday.

Chips have suddenly become my (very bad) sustenance.

Emily, did you get my message yet?

I can only go so far.

Manda

I just read my article in the newspaper. Double-yoo tee eff ( Read more... )

( Because I'm cool like this )

I don't know what to say anymore. I feel like my every action is being judged and I can do nothing right ( Read more... )

My. Feet. Hurt. Like. Hell ( Read more... )

...I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue ( Read more... )

I have two words for my current state: "hurrah!!" and also "fuck ( Read more... )

My ability to create fully-blown other world fantasies with boys that I haven't said more than 10 words to has not died. I thought it had. I didn't really miss it much. ... But now, I spend half of my waking time off in some other land where boys come and sweep me off my feet and are perfect, even though their real counterparts are no where near ( Read more... )

I. Am. So. Exhausted ( Read more... )

Last night- Release the Bats with Allison. Mildly disgusting. Joe is really starting to appeal a bit more than Pete... something about putting out cigarettes on someone else's balls and peeing all over everything is just a big turn off. And it really makes it weird that Joe is the not straightedge one, Pete totally acts like a crazy substance ( Read more... )