I’m almost 20. So much has happened in the past year.
I’m almost 20. So much has happened in the past year.
Taking four summer classes and working isn’t exactly the best idea ever apparently.
Two more weeks.
I’m starting to realize not everyone is out to get me.
How did I become such a miserable person?
I’m beginning to edge towards “overload”. Little things are starting to get to me.
Country Crock. 11am tomorrow. Here’s to better luck with this job than the last.
Je ne sais pas que faire.
S’il vous plait, je veux ton aide. J’ai besoin de ton aide.
Life’s past events have affected me in ways I’d never imagined it would.
There’s so much I dearly wish I could say, but I can’t hold onto the words long enough to tell you. They’re just out of sight, never there long enough for me to transform them from images to words.
Sometimes you don’t think I notice, but I always do. I’m waiting for time to prove to you what I can’t.
It’s been a very lazy Sunday. Blood, Tits and Sand at 10pm (Spartacus).
Unlike most men, the stack of homework awaiting me after work has the lucky distinction of being entirely too big. This is what I get for procrastinating.
