I'm sorry if this sounds crass.

ENGL 328,
I'd like to say FUCK YOU to Hell.

Apologies,
Ashley

I am so scared to admit I need you when all I feel is that you never needed me.

I'd like to pierce my nose and get 5 more tattoos, please.

Unexpected.

I need to cry and I won't let myself. It's frustrating.
I feel like I have no one to turn to because no one knows exactly what I'm thinking and going through. I know I can talk to people but I also know they can't fix it.

It's never easy.

I will finish my paper by 3:30 because I want to see him.

:]

I feel sick. On my days off I feel so overwhelmed I get nothing done.

Also, some people still have the ability to make me feel six inches tall.

I am slightly confused. I have started to get really attached to certain people.

Also, talking to Ryan makes me want to curl up into a ball.

English 328 has made me cry every single week.

I am not stupid. It just is so convoluted that it's impossible to understand.

I think that making up my own style rule is a stupid idea that has no relevance. This is not making me a better writer. It's making me a frustrated and angry writer. Also, Professor Krause, get your shit together.

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