ugh. i woke up with a headache. and with homework to do. also i'm hungry, but i can't eat. and my mom's still home so i have to spend the morning hiding my wrists from her. plus rocket woke me up way too early, so i'm going to be fucking tired all day. and i have to somehow do all of the research that i should have been doing for this paper ( Read more... )

i'm being anti-social and i'm not getting any work done. lose-lose. damn.

so i still haven't told my parents that i got tattoos....i feel like i'm probably making it more awkward by waiting longer...but on the bright side, maybe i could turn it into an argument about how easy they are too hide.

i'm very happy with them though

i am falling behind in all of my classes. i just can't concentrate. this was really not good timing. i don't have enough time left in this semester to be able to slack off. fuck me.

i feel so out of control. this hasn't happened in a long time. its becoming harder and harder not to fall back on old habits.

why can't i fix this?

i kind of want to die

i'm loving this endorphin high. thank you tony horton for plyometrics. i feel much like i used to feel after going to soccer practice back in the day. fucking hard, but definitely worth it. and awesome stress relief ( Read more... )

is this my fault? yes. definitely. but its not all my fault.

i don't know what to do.

why does it have to be that the better life gets the harder it can come crashing down around you?

almost done with my first week of doing p90x. its not easy. its hard to fit in an hour of working out 6 days a week, especially as a student. i'm especially having a hard time with thursdays, because i have class then work all day, then by the time i get off, we can't be at my parents house and so the puppy is obnoxious....so we may have to get up ( Read more... )

apparently i'm moving out of my house early after all