oh geez. no more relationships for me. i think i should just take lovers or something. i mean, angelina jolie did it for years, and then she somehow got brad pitt. imagine that.
jesus.
on another note:
the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage.
panic! at the disco... not bad, eh?
studying, studying, studying...
i thought to myself, is it better be preemptive and end ~things~ right before finals? i mean, could i live through finals without waking up next to someone in the morning? but then i decided simply not to go to sleep until i'm off this motherfucking campus... the daunting task of waking up is absolutely so painful at this point, i'm just gonna plow through these next couple of days... on a lot of uppers... and reality doesn't have to really hit me until it won't matter anymore.
this band is cooler than yours