ATTENTION ALL FRIENDS! NEW LJ!

Suicide is a strangely misunderstood thing. Most people who do not experience the desire don't understand that it isn't a passing thought; something that comes quickly and leaves just as fast. Oh no. It is everyday. It is subtle, most days, and quiet, but still there. It hides in the dark corners of your mind, brooding over itself. You learn to ( Read more... )

Lessons I learned as a first year, first semester PSU student:

1.) I suck at any form of recreational game. Air hockey and pool especially.

2.) Two weeks without a shower really isn't that long ( Read more... )

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I haven't posted pictures in quite some time, mostly because I haven't felt very photogenic as of late, but today I busted out my dear old digital and snapped some pics. Not my best, but eh. Whatev.

( i've been looking so long at these pictures of you that i almost believe that they're real. )

And so winter is here, Christmas is drawing closer, and I do not have the fundings to buy everyone something to show my love. This year I am busting out a syringe and drawing blood from my creative vein ( Read more... )

So Jessy (sorry for the misspellings in previous postings) and I have come to the conclusion that Heidi reads my LJ and this is how she knows some of the stuff that she does. I am vehemently against friends-only postings, but I have decided to make my journal from here on out friends-only, at least until this fiasco subsides ( Read more... )

The only thing worse than LJ-Drama is Dormroom Door-Drama. I fear for Jessie's safety! I am petrified to walk by the room. Heidi seems more psychotic to me than any of the people I met in the mental hospital. More psychotic than even me.

Pray for me, and hope that Heidi never finds out who Jessie is.

xoxo,
.ekw.-*

I just took a shower. I stood there for quite some time just smiling because after I got cleansed, I wouldn't be walking into room 507, probably full of people, to get changed. This made me extremely, overwhelmingly happy. I hummed the whole time I was in the shower... wishing I could be belting out Beatles lyrics to the whole bathroom ( Read more... )

So I am finally out of the terrible abyss known as room 507. I am free, journal! I am freer than free! And goodness, am I relieved. Candace, my new roommate, is a total sweetheart and we appear to think on the same wavelength. Her boyfriend is a great kid, too. So I am content in my new living quarters ( Read more... )