I'm so fucking insecure about relationships. I fuck everything up, and I know I'm fucking this up too. Or, that is, I eventually will. Its only a matter of time.
So, on Wednesday I turned in an essya for my Introduction to International Studies class. It was a good essay, but now I'm starting to wonder if it was High School-Good or College-Good. And I worry a little.
I also don't like the professor. Because I don't think he likes me. I don't know why.