I'm so tired. Not physically tired I think. I'm tired of thinking too much and hurting and worrying and wishing I could be so many of the things that I'm not. I'm also tired of my professor repeating himself twenty times.

I hope the first day of school isn't like New Year's where it determines how the rest of the year (semester) will go because if that's the case, I think my semester will suck. My classes aren't bad.. I don't know what it is but I'm not feeling good about the day so far. I don't think it really has anything to do with school.. I don't like funks. I ( Read more... )

Some days (weeks, months, years) I don't want to be me anymore.

I'm tired of caring about myself.

I'm going to go study Buddhism until all that's left of my feelings is compassion for other people.

I’ve got my story ready to go. It’s in an envelope addressed to myself inside another envelope addressed to The Editors. Once I have the stamps I’m going to drop my baby inside a blue tin box and hope it reaches its destination safely. I’m terrified as if it were really my baby and I its mother. I’m letting it go away from me as if it was on ( Read more... )

Life has been going pretty well lately. I can't complain about school. Work is going really well. I have the most amazing friends a girl could ask for. I'm settling into the new place and its feeling even more like home since Danny moved in. I'm even dating again. Things are generally really good. I've been really busy. Sometimes I think it's too ( Read more... )

If it isn't one thing, it's another.

As if 15 credit hours, having to write my creative writing story by Friday, working part-time, having to drive to South lot and then home and then to work and then home everyday, paperwork for the Queer Straight Alliance, headaches that WILL NOT GO AWAY, errands for everything I do, unpacking my whole life (again), dealing with STUPID STUPID STUPID ( Read more... )

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I hate everything. I wrote a long entry and my computer (my new one) did something strange and its all gone. Ok, summary ( Read more... )

I've been housesitting for my parents for the last week so tonight I decided to raid my old closet and see if I had left any cool clothes here. What I found, beyond a pair of jeans, was some of my old writing. Like reallllly old. Basically I found stories I had written from when I was 5 until about 7th grade. It was crazy looking back on all of it ( Read more... )