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My thoughts:
I just sent someone a text telling them I miss them and I have yet to get a text back, and that was about...7 minutes ago. :X
I hate seeing girls who are just...beautiful and me being envious of them. I hateHATEHATE it, but I mean it's not their fault they're beautiful to no end.And by beautiful I mean:adored by all, size 2, popular, unique, photogenic, do the most outrageous thigns and make them "in", and just get the up most respect.Sometimes it's great being myself, but then I see them and I'm like...bummer why do I always have to compare myself to them...why can't I just be happy with me? I mean you'd think I'd come to the realization that I'll always be me, and just get used to it, but it's not all that simple, sadly.
I just came home from a 3 hour class of Eng 101, my teacher is around 50 looks like he takes steriods and has a small head for his body with a comeover facing west. and bifocals for the blind.ha.also pit stains the size of texas...there's a 27 yr old guy who's vocabulary consists of the word 'fuck'.he hits on me a lot.
I have a week until I graduate and yet it has yet to actually hit me that this is it; it's almost over. I guess I either don't care or I'm still not up to speed with my life moving on.
I free write a lot, well lately, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, because yes it's good to get stuff out, but I'm learning to just write everything down and not communicate with people.
well I'd go on, but that'd mean mumbling; I hate mumblers.I must hate myself then.ha.
I just sent someone a text telling them I miss them and I have yet to get a text back, and that was about...7 minutes ago. :X
I hate seeing girls who are just...beautiful and me being envious of them. I hateHATEHATE it, but I mean it's not their fault they're beautiful to no end.And by beautiful I mean:adored by all, size 2, popular, unique, photogenic, do the most outrageous thigns and make them "in", and just get the up most respect.Sometimes it's great being myself, but then I see them and I'm like...bummer why do I always have to compare myself to them...why can't I just be happy with me? I mean you'd think I'd come to the realization that I'll always be me, and just get used to it, but it's not all that simple, sadly.
I just came home from a 3 hour class of Eng 101, my teacher is around 50 looks like he takes steriods and has a small head for his body with a comeover facing west. and bifocals for the blind.ha.also pit stains the size of texas...there's a 27 yr old guy who's vocabulary consists of the word 'fuck'.he hits on me a lot.
I have a week until I graduate and yet it has yet to actually hit me that this is it; it's almost over. I guess I either don't care or I'm still not up to speed with my life moving on.
I free write a lot, well lately, and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, because yes it's good to get stuff out, but I'm learning to just write everything down and not communicate with people.
well I'd go on, but that'd mean mumbling; I hate mumblers.I must hate myself then.ha.