I don't think I'm ready to leave home and go back.

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I'm really tired of never being good enough. People don't really like me, they just put up with me because I'm there. I always seem to be the person who is just there. Forever in the background, forever the loser, forever the girl who has no friends of her own. Yeah, that's me.

I love my friends!
That's pretty much all I need to say. And I love smoking, muahaha. And I hate Jake, but not at all.
I'm studying, I swear.

I WANT TO
take a long nap, dance like crazy, take ridiculous pictures, bake cookies, listen to music, bang out some chords on the piano, watch movies, walk in the rain, be retarded with my wonderful friends, and NOT STUDY FOR FINALS.
The end.

Oh Livejournal...
I'm almost understanding how to use you. I freaking cannot wait to go home for Christmas. I need out. The only things good about Boston are Annabelle, Kate, and Jess! I love them a lot. They keep me sane, but if they all move into an apartment next semester I think I might die.

The thing about happiness is that it doesn't help you to grow; only unhappiness does that. So I'm grateful that my bed of roses was made up equally of blossoms and thorns. I've had a privileged, creative, exciting life, and I think that the parts that were less joyous were preparing me, testing me, strengthening me.
-Lana Turner