Dang. I'm not the only angsty one. Things have changed. Oh livejournal, it's a more tangible form of change ( Read more... )

Dang. I was so angsty a two years ago.

The more I talk about it the more I feel like I keep talking about myself. Me, me, me, me, me...it's like I want people to validate my worth. I want them to tell them I'm a good person and that they love me. And Angie's right I shouldn't need someone else to tell me they love me, because I should love myself first. But I feel like I want people and ( Read more... )

Every time I think about it, my chest and breathing feels all hollow or maybe shallow. But it never feels like I can get enough air in my chest. It's like I hold my breath in when I think about it and I'm afraid or that I forget to breathe. The emptiness in my chest feels strange and uncomfortable ( Read more... )

I hate boys.

It's not a sucky day. Yay. It's nice and warm and sunny and ab-so-fucking-lutely gorgeous. It's beautiful. Days like these make me love Berkeley.

I just watched Invisible Children in the APR with Alisa, Lijia and Riko and it's amazing how one movie can change my perspective for the day. Instead of making me sad and depressed, I felt uplifted with a greater hope for humanity. It's weird how bad this week has gone and yet I don't feel bad anymore. First I was rejected from two health worker ( Read more... )

I'm not hurt, but angry. I'm not sure why I'm angry because no one did anything. It wasn't anyone's fault. I'm just angry and vindictive and revengeful. I guess that's the person I am. I've tried to change it, suppress it and ignore it, but in the end, I have those thoughts too. But I'll soon be tired and forgetful and lazy. There's no reason to be ( Read more... )

I don't feel as crappy as I thought.
On the other hand, I raise my goal for American Cancer Society.
Fuck yes.

Now to move on to the Dance Marathon.
I feel a bit tapped out of resources.

I'm hungry.

So, I'm not feeling like absolute shit like I thought I would be. I'm definitely handling it better than I thought I would. Maybe it's just right now and maybe I'll wake up and feel absolutely horrible. I'll tell you all in person or if you ask but I'm not going to describe it here. I'm hoping the more I talk about it the more bored I get with the ( Read more... )