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The life and Love's of my life. (Do not read on if you think this is bitching because it is the last thing that it is.)
I think that I have open-mouth-itis...
I also do not seem to use my brain properly... turns out I am right brained instead of left brained, who would have thunk it.
I do not know how to shut up, or so it has been pointed out... thanks I heart you too.
I am very impatient and it sucks, it sucks to the core.
I do not seem to know what happens all the time, especially when it involves me or my feelings.
I obsses over things too much.
When I do get angry it almost feels like I am not allowed to.
My opinions seem to be invalid and pushed aside.
I am a lover in a dangerous time... oh BNL that song is GOD, I just rearranged the words.
Words do not flow out how I plan which makes me sound like I have no idea what I am talking about.
I over analyze every situation that I have ever been in, it is not like I planned for that to happen and I try to stop thinking but I do not understand why.
I talk way tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and need to learn to shut up but when I do not speak I do not feel good.
I need to stop stalking guys, one day they will notice that I am breathing and talk to me. *sigh*
I hate it when I am difficult.
I hate it when other people are being diffiuclt and will not listen to any word that you try to say so you can make them feel better.
I hate the room above me who party every night and will not shut up when you ask them to.
I hate it when things do not fit, as in thoughts or clothes.
I hate the fact that I am superficial.
I hate that I change 7 times a day because I do not feel comfortable. I do not need to change my clothes but I guess it is all a something in my head that convinces me that something is wrong.
I'm sorry I might not be what you expected, but then again, does it really matter because I am sooo happy.
I hate that I use the word "I" tooooo much.
I love life and its struggles.
I love waking up every morning, the getting out of bed is another story.
I love when I forget where I have put my meds, even though they are helping me sort out my life.
I love my adviser at this school because it seems that she actually wants to help me and is very interested in what I have to say.
I love my family and the friends that I have made throughout life because I would be more of a mess then I already am.
I love that I lie to myself to make the day seem better.
I love the fact that I have a home to come to, even though I forgot what it looked like.
I love when I think that I have falied something but then pass with a high mark because I will not be let down if I fail. If I do really well I am happy about the high mark.
I love that I am happy 90% of the time because it is an amazing feeling.
I miss Morgan, she always had patience with me and my list above. She and I are always soo busy with school that it is hard to talk to each other. We are like sisters and being apart is difficult but I mean at least we are trying and doing well. Sure I miss things that happen with her but it was expected when I moved to the school of my dreams.
Dear buddah tis late and I have billions to do in the morning... damn you Halloween.
I think that I have open-mouth-itis...
I also do not seem to use my brain properly... turns out I am right brained instead of left brained, who would have thunk it.
I do not know how to shut up, or so it has been pointed out... thanks I heart you too.
I am very impatient and it sucks, it sucks to the core.
I do not seem to know what happens all the time, especially when it involves me or my feelings.
I obsses over things too much.
When I do get angry it almost feels like I am not allowed to.
My opinions seem to be invalid and pushed aside.
I am a lover in a dangerous time... oh BNL that song is GOD, I just rearranged the words.
Words do not flow out how I plan which makes me sound like I have no idea what I am talking about.
I over analyze every situation that I have ever been in, it is not like I planned for that to happen and I try to stop thinking but I do not understand why.
I talk way tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and need to learn to shut up but when I do not speak I do not feel good.
I need to stop stalking guys, one day they will notice that I am breathing and talk to me. *sigh*
I hate it when I am difficult.
I hate it when other people are being diffiuclt and will not listen to any word that you try to say so you can make them feel better.
I hate the room above me who party every night and will not shut up when you ask them to.
I hate it when things do not fit, as in thoughts or clothes.
I hate the fact that I am superficial.
I hate that I change 7 times a day because I do not feel comfortable. I do not need to change my clothes but I guess it is all a something in my head that convinces me that something is wrong.
I'm sorry I might not be what you expected, but then again, does it really matter because I am sooo happy.
I hate that I use the word "I" tooooo much.
I love life and its struggles.
I love waking up every morning, the getting out of bed is another story.
I love when I forget where I have put my meds, even though they are helping me sort out my life.
I love my adviser at this school because it seems that she actually wants to help me and is very interested in what I have to say.
I love my family and the friends that I have made throughout life because I would be more of a mess then I already am.
I love that I lie to myself to make the day seem better.
I love the fact that I have a home to come to, even though I forgot what it looked like.
I love when I think that I have falied something but then pass with a high mark because I will not be let down if I fail. If I do really well I am happy about the high mark.
I love that I am happy 90% of the time because it is an amazing feeling.
I miss Morgan, she always had patience with me and my list above. She and I are always soo busy with school that it is hard to talk to each other. We are like sisters and being apart is difficult but I mean at least we are trying and doing well. Sure I miss things that happen with her but it was expected when I moved to the school of my dreams.
Dear buddah tis late and I have billions to do in the morning... damn you Halloween.