Whats more certain than a good suicide? Taxes? Is that all? If i didnt believe in promises and the value of words i might be found on armitage at some apartment, blowing and shooting every drug in sight. Better still, my room is empty no one checks up on me. If i didnt believe in promises. If i was still selfish; selfish to that extent, i'm not ( Read more... )

Today was a mildly uneventful day. Of course its only 5:30 but hey, for me its pretty much done. I woke up not just four hours ago. I tried to buy my books, but the store closed at an absurdly early hour. So i went to Osco, got a new hair and toothbrush. Then to McDonalds because i was famished, i was in a food coma and decided that i was ( Read more... )

I woke up. This cough is pretty bad, i hope it goes away so i dont have to go to the doctor. That would not only fuck up my schedule but if i find out i have lung cancer then i'm just screwed. I hope Meg gets home soon so i can go back to the dorms, i dont know why i like it there so much but its comforting. More so than being at "home." I ( Read more... )

Welcome back to Livejournal, Emily Harris. I've decided to come back because when i had a livejournal i was happy. Maybe this will help me get there again. Being able to share my thoughts with people i hold very close to my heart and hopefully have not forgetten me. I'm now at DePaul, drink way more than i should, have gotten my first A in ( Read more... )