Jan 18, 2010 14:02
I will take responsibility for my actions. I put myself in this position, and I must deal with it. But why did I feel so helpless/hopeless through the whole thing?
Denial really is the most powerful thing in the universe. Love is definitely one of the most difficult concepts to grasp, and I'm pretty sure at this point, I wish I didn't believe in it.
I feel pathetic even complaining about the Jeremy situation, but it literally makes me feel physically sick. I just wish I could close my eyes and wish it all away. I wish life was like Eternal Sunshine. (Never thought that when I saw it.)
I'm writing this here because even my diary isn't safe anymore. Nor my head. I don't think people read this, but I can't keep internalizing because I really don't handle my stress well. I wish my form of self-medication wouldn't break the bank, but I also wish I could stop wondering if maybe it's becoming a problem (as long as I'm aware of the possibility, I'm in the clear, right?).
I need a vacation already, and with the exception of first day classes, I haven't been to any. I wish I had a fairy godmother to tell me what to do. But I guess I already know. Current plan is not only immature and ridiculous, it's failing. I'm incapable of doing anything.