Six years, four months, two weeks down the drain.

And to think I actually wanted to pay for her to come out East to hang out with me this summer out of my prize money. I guess I don't have a best friend anymore.

Bleeeh. My money situation sucks (more so because I'm flailing and lost on a reduced scholarship). My love situation sucks (more so since Gally men are usually single, straight, and hot: pick two).

I want to fucking turn twenty already. Maybe by then, my situation won't be so suck.

Yeah, life, you whore, go die in a hole. >_<;

So, for my Intro to Lit class, we have to read some poems from a Deaf anthology. This one really resonated with me.

( Bone Bird )