so tired
I will never be good enough.
Why can't I accomplish the things I want to accomplish.
Why do I always feel so inadequate
I just want to sleep and spend time with Kyle. All this other bull shit college stuff is just really starting to get on my nerves. With a lot of people... i.e. my roomates, college is nothing more than high school with more alcohol and less supervision. I wish I lived in a single. Not that I would get much more work done, and I'd probably have no friends. But at least then I could focus on why I'm here more.
I'm sad that you're moving Mindy. Like, I think about it all the time. And I guess it won't change that much, but it still feels weird.
I don't like entertaining people that Amanda brings back while I make eggs and bacon in my pajamas and hair still all messed up and the big red pimple I just popped glaring at them from my forehead. I don't care, but I shouldn't be put in a position like that where I have to decide if I care or not, because it's my fucking place too and she needs to entertain her own visiters while she is grabbing her work. Basically: I don't like people looking at me. Ever.
Kyle had to go home cus I have so much work to do. That sucks. I missed him so much this weekend. It was fun, but it's always more fun with him...
Why can't I accomplish the things I want to accomplish.
Why do I always feel so inadequate
I just want to sleep and spend time with Kyle. All this other bull shit college stuff is just really starting to get on my nerves. With a lot of people... i.e. my roomates, college is nothing more than high school with more alcohol and less supervision. I wish I lived in a single. Not that I would get much more work done, and I'd probably have no friends. But at least then I could focus on why I'm here more.
I'm sad that you're moving Mindy. Like, I think about it all the time. And I guess it won't change that much, but it still feels weird.
I don't like entertaining people that Amanda brings back while I make eggs and bacon in my pajamas and hair still all messed up and the big red pimple I just popped glaring at them from my forehead. I don't care, but I shouldn't be put in a position like that where I have to decide if I care or not, because it's my fucking place too and she needs to entertain her own visiters while she is grabbing her work. Basically: I don't like people looking at me. Ever.
Kyle had to go home cus I have so much work to do. That sucks. I missed him so much this weekend. It was fun, but it's always more fun with him...