Sometimes I think that I actually enjoy pain. That stabbing ache that comes from being emotional and mentally tortured. I think it makes me feel alive. I let it happen again and here I am fucked up again.

I'm debating on whether to take summer classes or not. I feel like I should because it's a quick way to get some credits done, especially now that they added more prereqs to my program. BUT I really don't want to. I'm feeling kinda burned out from school and I really want to get another job (because I'll still only be able to get about 20 hours ( Read more... )

I haven't updated in a while, but I'm feeling kinda reflective today ( Read more... )

I absolutely HATE feeling like this ( Read more... )

I got my lip pierced today. It's on the left side with a labret bar. It didn't hurt, but it's pretty swollen right now so I kinda look like someone punched me in the lip. I'm currently sucking on ice to try to reduce the swelling. It's cute though ( Read more... )

Time is flying by. I just uploaded my digital camera software onto my computer (after having the camera for a year and a half) and I was going through all the pictures I have taken. I was looking at some from Rachel's 19th birthday and I was like Holy Shit these pictures are over a year old. It's insane ( Read more... )

I am extremely discouraged right now. Possibly the most discouraged I have ever been in my entire life. That was probably a wordy sentence. I probably could have shortened that to only a few words. I know what everyone will say and has said. A C+ isn't bad. Well, it is for me. Especially when I pulled a C+ in the first class I've ever taken ( Read more... )

I cannot wait until I move out and everyone here is fucked. Then someone will have to take responsibility for what goes on around here and it isn't gonna be me because I really can't do it anymore.

I wanna get WAAASSSSTTTEEED tonight.

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My grandma died almost a year ago (December 5th). I've been thinking about her and this time last year a ton lately. It was..horrible. There is no nice way to put it. My family went through hell last year and, with the except of her, lived to tell about it. Not that we do tell about it, we really don't talk about it. I always thought I'd lose ( Read more... )