Mondays
Gotta love a case of the Mondays. Seems everyone elses journals they are talking about having a case of the Mondays so I thought I'd join.
Yeah so in English today I find out that through all the assignments we've done thus far that we have done a total of 380 points worth of work. Well....that makes me think.....out of those 380.......I have none. That's right, I have zero points out of 380. I haven't been doing much in that class, can't you tell? Looks like I have some hardcore make up work I have to do. OH shit!
Yeah so today was the first time in which I have actually talked to a friend about me being scared to go to college. I was talking to Amy about it, how hard it will be for me to leave all of my memories, all of my friendships, all of my family here in Saginaw while I am 500 miles away at college where I know three people at most. I've made the best frienships in the last two years, mostly with juniors and sophomores and to know that in 6 months time I will be leaving for college scares me because I don't want to leave them all behind. I'm scared that I will lose all communications with them. I sure hope not because I would be pissed.
Shoutout to my pal, HI AMY LING!!
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Dashboard Confessional Song of the Day:
"This Bitter Pill"
Walking away.
It's not the same as running.
Is it to you now that you've run this in the ground.
And you say take this.
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you
with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion
such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.
It's wearing off
and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match.
The bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted begging to be used
and so are you.
And this bitter pill is leaving you
with such an angry mouth.
One that's void of all discretion
such an awful tearing sound.
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.
Wearing out, wearing out.
Wearing out, wearing out.
wearing out.