I have been le lazy over spring break. Since I wasn't doing anything remotely interesting, I didn't update my LJ and haven't been reading my flist, either ( Read more... )

The only problem I have with Valentine's Day is that, no matter how much I recluse (yes, I just made that a verb), it always finds a way to remind me that I am alone ( Read more... )

Thank you for being sympathetic to me earlier. :) I know I'm hard on Christians - probably because I've faced so much pressure in that vein from my family - but all I really want is to feel like my opinions are being heard and respected. And I'm glad I can get that here ( Read more... )

I have an itch. And it's not getting scratched. Because I can't reach it. So I need someone else to scratch it. Desperately. Because the longer it's there, the itchier it gets ( Read more... )

Putting in the angsty album of the H/Hr soundtrack was a bad idea. "Transatlanticism" is too hard to listen to right now.

As successful as I am, I'm really quite the fuck-up where it counts. It's a hard thing to face. The task of setting things right is just...so enormous.

So I commented in an entry a few weeks ago that I felt like I was sort of being neglected and forgotten by one of my friends ( Read more... )

Wahhh, I don't have time to read and reply to the bazillion comments in my inbox ( Read more... )

I think I'm depressed. Like, psychology textbook definition depressed. I have all the symptoms. Loss of pleasure in activities, constant fatigue, insomnia, loss of appetite...I could be listing these straight from the notes I took when the school psychiatrist spoke to our class ( Read more... )

I just realized something that I hadn't fully acknowledged before.

I'm scared fucking shitless.

Of...everything. I'm scared that I'm going to destroy my life by going into a career that I'll hate, but the only thing I really want to do it write, and I could screw up my life that way too by being completely broke, and I don't want that ( Read more... )