I figured something out about myself today. I am conceited. I don't express my feelings to myself or anyone else. I think I'm way more important than I am. When I feel bad, I use alcohol and boys to satiate my hurt. I get mad at other people when they do that, because I hate the fact that I do. I want to cuddle and have no one with which to
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So a professor gave you few snappy comments?
Don't shower for a few days, because I know you don't regularly, and the roll in there and give him a piece of your mind... :)
Really, though. You are a powerful, POWERFUL writer. This isn't the first time you have been met with a bit of an asshole... I know my mother can (and has) adopt that aura when necessary, and we have both felt it's wrath. And what do we do? Laugh. HAHAHA.
I think your professor was well-meaning, and that you are just hanging on his words and letting them strangle you. If you can't call Robin, maybe find a tellie and call me? I know the chances of that are slim to none, but Erin and I miss you and want you to come home over Christmas badly.
And alchohol, Anna-banana? Didn't you just start partaking after summer encampment this year? Hee, I don't think you are quite the alchie you make yourself out to be... a wine-o would be so much more fitting for you anyways.
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