last night
was like most days in my life; both amazing and horrid.
I had a good time at Bible Study, came home, talked to Will and Bethany [for advice] about my book. I also talked to Corey. Then, like the retard I am, I called Alex. Oh yeah for assholes.
I swear he likes to make me cry. I have no idea what I'm going to do today; I really don't want to sit near him at lunch, but where else do I have to go? Everyone else stopped caring about me a long time ago.
*deep breath* but that's okay because I am a writer, and writer's are supposed to be loners and live tragic lives...right?
Would I give up my writing for my 'friends'? ...Probably not most of them.
Sometimes I wonder if Proust was really right about the years of suffering.
I had a good time at Bible Study, came home, talked to Will and Bethany [for advice] about my book. I also talked to Corey. Then, like the retard I am, I called Alex. Oh yeah for assholes.
I swear he likes to make me cry. I have no idea what I'm going to do today; I really don't want to sit near him at lunch, but where else do I have to go? Everyone else stopped caring about me a long time ago.
*deep breath* but that's okay because I am a writer, and writer's are supposed to be loners and live tragic lives...right?
Would I give up my writing for my 'friends'? ...Probably not most of them.
Sometimes I wonder if Proust was really right about the years of suffering.