Oh Prom
So Prom was a total failure, for a recap of the night read Hadakang's latest entry. That pretty much sums it up, I don't feel like typing my version. But at least I got trashed afterwards, too bad I cried intermittently for various reasons. I don't know whats wrong with me. I don't have feelings, I don't have emotions. And I don't give a fuck. But apparently, I do, and I hate it. I don't sleep anymore, well, last night being an exception. But is it sleeping when you're passed out? I don't sleep because I don't want the dreams I've been having. Only been sleeping a couple hours in a night.
Only a few more weeks of school left, then planning for college, volunteer work, work. I just want to get this life over with. I want to move to Boston, I want to go to Emerson and be away from everything that is this place. It's too lonely here. And loneliness is the worst human emotion. That feeling when you think that there's no one there. And sometimes, there isn't. Now I'm not trying to be angsty and say that I have the worst life in the world, but things are hard everywhere. Just because I'm a middle-class white girl, doesn't mean that I don't have some fuckin issues.
I just want to pass out for a few days. I need a smoke. Haven't smoked at all yet today, then again, until I ate I felt pretty nauseated. Hah, jealousy, almost picked that emotion for the entry. For the first time, I've actually admitted being jealous, and of more than one person.
Only a few more weeks of school left, then planning for college, volunteer work, work. I just want to get this life over with. I want to move to Boston, I want to go to Emerson and be away from everything that is this place. It's too lonely here. And loneliness is the worst human emotion. That feeling when you think that there's no one there. And sometimes, there isn't. Now I'm not trying to be angsty and say that I have the worst life in the world, but things are hard everywhere. Just because I'm a middle-class white girl, doesn't mean that I don't have some fuckin issues.
I just want to pass out for a few days. I need a smoke. Haven't smoked at all yet today, then again, until I ate I felt pretty nauseated. Hah, jealousy, almost picked that emotion for the entry. For the first time, I've actually admitted being jealous, and of more than one person.