hearts and chocolate
studying. it's something everyone dreads. or at least most do. the day before the test is always the worse. you spend your whole day practically freaking out, most likely. and it sucks. studying sucks. it always will suck. it's not fun. i like some of the stuff but i tend to stress out more than try to enjoy what i'm learning so it never works out. oh well, what can you do.
i wonder why some people can cheat when they say they love somebody so much. i find it so un-ethical and revolting. i don't think i could ever do it. unless i fell in love with someone else. but that's when i would turn the tables. i don't know. the thought often crosses my mind.
i'm kind of sick of being here. i want to leave. find a job with money. get my own car on my own. but like that will ever happen.
i keep coughing. and it's bothering me. like it's all built up my esophogas and i want to throw it up. ew.
i wish i had money to buy cute, cool clothes. i want to be a designer. i guess i just don't have that passion as badly as i would like to have it.
i'm tired of waiting. i'm so impatient it's crazy. and i feel as though i'm going to be 35, living in the city, alone and confused with no where to go. i don't want that at all. i want the dream that i've had since i was young. it's about time it starts happening. worst part is, there's no one out there that makes me want them. i want my heart to beat 10 times fast, everytime i see or think about them. i've only have had parts of that. i want it all.
i wonder why some people can cheat when they say they love somebody so much. i find it so un-ethical and revolting. i don't think i could ever do it. unless i fell in love with someone else. but that's when i would turn the tables. i don't know. the thought often crosses my mind.
i'm kind of sick of being here. i want to leave. find a job with money. get my own car on my own. but like that will ever happen.
i keep coughing. and it's bothering me. like it's all built up my esophogas and i want to throw it up. ew.
i wish i had money to buy cute, cool clothes. i want to be a designer. i guess i just don't have that passion as badly as i would like to have it.
i'm tired of waiting. i'm so impatient it's crazy. and i feel as though i'm going to be 35, living in the city, alone and confused with no where to go. i don't want that at all. i want the dream that i've had since i was young. it's about time it starts happening. worst part is, there's no one out there that makes me want them. i want my heart to beat 10 times fast, everytime i see or think about them. i've only have had parts of that. i want it all.