Just counted in my head the people that I know that I don't have to hide parts of myself from.

One.

And I am SICK of being talked down to for who I am. I get it. I'm a mess. Now please leave me alone.

- CAT ( Read more... )

Or rather, my lack thereof ( Read more... )

I can't believe another person was able to make me hurt this much. I keep rationalizing it. 1. He has no obligations to me just because I like him. 2. They were drunk. 3. I was kissing someone else earlier too, and I'm being a hypocrite. But even though I know all of this is true, I can't stop crying and I have an awful stomachache that I know has ( Read more... )

1. Wallet is gone. Suspect that it is at Pam's, but she will not get her ridiculous, hungover ass out of bed to go look for it. In the meantime, calling cab companies all over Boston to find out whether someone has found it in a cab.

Convo with me and 411 Dude:
Me: Hey, I'm looking for a listing for a cab company in Boston.
411 Dude: Uh... which one?
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Agh I don't know what to do about this. I like him so freaking much. And I feel like it is more than just that I can't have him. I can list the reasons now, and every one makes me more angry at myself because I know that it's absolutely useless to try to understand what I'm feeling when it won't come to anything either way. It's bad enough when I  ( Read more... )

Classes:

Mostly eh. Getting decent grades but not really trying at all. Doing as little as possible to get A's and B's, and "Lost" always takes priority to anything academic related. The one class that I actually genuinely enjoy, I'm in the class with people who hate it and complain about it constantly, so I can't even enjoy that class. SO MANY ( Read more... )

Have you ever thought how weird history is? I mean really thought? I mean, I study history as the way that I'm going to spend the rest of my life, but sometimes, only sometimes, do the real implications actually hit me. And its really crazy. I mean as much as we can study any kind of history, any kind at all, it's only sometimes that it really ( Read more... )

Christ, I hate being home. And yet I can't help feeling like this is my fault, somehow, like I jinxed it or something. I have no idea how I can't believe in god but I can believe that just because I had been telling people how amazing my sister was on christmas, an hour later she would be calling me in tears telling me about the enormous fight she ( Read more... )

Gah! So much to do! I have this damn take home tests that is actually THREE PAPERS IN ONE TEST OMG and then I have to study for two more exams for tuesday and that damn study session I'm gonna know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I'M SO SORRY LAUREN and then I have two exams TWO TWO TWO IN ONE DAY and they're my two hardest GAH and then I have to study study ( Read more... )