I've always been bad at asking people for things.

Asking for help, asking for my money back, asking the person in the back of the movie theatre to please not be so loud. I mean, I can do it, but not with much force or conviction. And so it is that it occurs to me that I wish I knew how to get a study partner, someone I could work with, discuss ( Read more... )

In a much better mood than before, though still, uh. Slacking. Mostly ( Read more... )

I really need an adult.

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Goddamnit. Back to this again.

I hate being alone.

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Running out of time ( Read more... )

Well then, February.

Let's try again.

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I wrote this on the Laramie Project's Facebook page, last Wednesday ( Read more... )

Time I did something ( Read more... )

It's nights like this where you can believe in anything.

Euphoria graces your temperament, eases your worries. Nights when you come home from something you feel good about doing, amongst people whose company you enjoy without reservation, with your own pride and your satisfaction, and even if the night wasn't perfect - even if it was peppered with ( Read more... )

Having a bit of a relapse ( Read more... )