This is your hatian divorce
2:30 p.m. Every day. That's all I have to say about that.
Looks like school won't be so difficult this year. I've got my head on straight this time, I think.
I work tomorrow 4:30-9:30 tomorrow... Not so bad. Pulled some good hours this week. Made some shitty-ass pay from last week. Six months since I started. Things have changed.
Feels real good to be a senior. College anxiety is slapping me in the head with a monstrous cock and it won't stop.
High on Nyquil I called Joe a faggot. Immature yet effective... And as far as his emotional level, he might as well be gay.
I ignored him today. The whole time. Go me. He IMs me, thanking me for leveling the ice cream case. Fuck you. I don't like being patronized like I'm a fucking dimwit. I don't like that he feels he has possession over me. I hate that he got jealous and held me back from having fun with other people. Nor do I appreciate the fact that he treats me as if he knows me. That motherfucker doesn't know me at all. I want to just tell him off. If I ever want to get back in the dating game, I wanna date a guy, not his mommy. And another thing I REALLY hated was that he had no trust in me or the people I associated myself with. He isn't my father. I don't need to call him every hour to tell him that I "miss" him, that I'm okay, that I'm not fucking anybody. Fucking cheesy-ass mama's boy...
But he shouldn't be worried about me getting it on with other people. There are only a select few in the world who would ever want to get sexually involved with me. I don't make friends with guys out of sexual attraction for one another. I don't know. What a fucking faggot.
SATs are but a month away. Gonna try to get through another book and get some more math in.. I have an in-class essay before I take it again, so that'll be some good practice.
As of the moment, my life is a fucking bore. But living it at this moment, it's a little thrilling. I've grown and get to face another dreary year with a new mind. I'm pretty excited.
Thinking about Jesse more than usual... It pisses me off that I am, and that I compare him to Joe. Each situation was pretty fucked up.. But I alone fucked it up the first time.. I liked Jesse more than Joe.. We fucking had conversations. We had our differences but we also had a camaraderie. Ah, but he was a bum. Why do I get these fucking crackheads? Ah, but it feels so much better not to have someone needing me. It's good. I'm proud to say that I am not with anybody at the moment. Hell yeah. More power to me.
Okay, I'm done.
Looks like school won't be so difficult this year. I've got my head on straight this time, I think.
I work tomorrow 4:30-9:30 tomorrow... Not so bad. Pulled some good hours this week. Made some shitty-ass pay from last week. Six months since I started. Things have changed.
Feels real good to be a senior. College anxiety is slapping me in the head with a monstrous cock and it won't stop.
High on Nyquil I called Joe a faggot. Immature yet effective... And as far as his emotional level, he might as well be gay.
I ignored him today. The whole time. Go me. He IMs me, thanking me for leveling the ice cream case. Fuck you. I don't like being patronized like I'm a fucking dimwit. I don't like that he feels he has possession over me. I hate that he got jealous and held me back from having fun with other people. Nor do I appreciate the fact that he treats me as if he knows me. That motherfucker doesn't know me at all. I want to just tell him off. If I ever want to get back in the dating game, I wanna date a guy, not his mommy. And another thing I REALLY hated was that he had no trust in me or the people I associated myself with. He isn't my father. I don't need to call him every hour to tell him that I "miss" him, that I'm okay, that I'm not fucking anybody. Fucking cheesy-ass mama's boy...
But he shouldn't be worried about me getting it on with other people. There are only a select few in the world who would ever want to get sexually involved with me. I don't make friends with guys out of sexual attraction for one another. I don't know. What a fucking faggot.
SATs are but a month away. Gonna try to get through another book and get some more math in.. I have an in-class essay before I take it again, so that'll be some good practice.
As of the moment, my life is a fucking bore. But living it at this moment, it's a little thrilling. I've grown and get to face another dreary year with a new mind. I'm pretty excited.
Thinking about Jesse more than usual... It pisses me off that I am, and that I compare him to Joe. Each situation was pretty fucked up.. But I alone fucked it up the first time.. I liked Jesse more than Joe.. We fucking had conversations. We had our differences but we also had a camaraderie. Ah, but he was a bum. Why do I get these fucking crackheads? Ah, but it feels so much better not to have someone needing me. It's good. I'm proud to say that I am not with anybody at the moment. Hell yeah. More power to me.
Okay, I'm done.