i don't want to do anything here.

i haven't been this scared in a long while. it feels good to ride on the edge of life. oh my god. i missed this feeling of weightlessness ( Read more... )

thought i had it under control.
nope.

it's not just you. it's everything. it's school, it's mccollum, it's the fact that there is no one it's the fact that I CAN'T GO HOME RIGHT NOW. I JUST WANT TO BE IN THE BAY.

if my sleeping pattern gets all fucked up, i blame this past weekend ( Read more... )

i swear to god if i catch you staring at heather and i one more time in class i am going to yell and cuss you out in front of everyone and make you feel like a fucking douchebag. be more discreet. or better yet, don't even fucking look at us. it's creepy as hell and we don't care about your life and your friends. stay away from us. i stopped ( Read more... )

I really hate Spring. And Spring Quarter.
I have too much to do, no motivation to do it, and too little time. And people don't pull through on their ends so that we, as a group, can get shit completed on time.

I'm so over this shit.