I want to leave.

Is that cowardly?  I don't know, maybe.  To leave without finishing things up more.  I've tried, though, is the thing; I went and talked to teachers and made an effort there, and for a while it succeeded, and I felt on top of things and whatever, but it's just got worse now.

Maybe it's cowardly, but I do believe it's the best ( Read more... )

*sigh*  I cannot wait for the semester to be over.  I just really need a fucking change of scenery.

I'm depressed, I'm sleeping through classes and staying up all night, I'm hardly talking to people except online, I don't do anything except online.  Not good.  This is not good, but I can't bring myself to fix it.  FUCKING HELL.

*flails*

I'm going ( Read more... )

Once again, I have got myself into the habit of not attending classes and not doing homework.  This is inexcusable.  It will not continue.  This is all I have to say.

I am a laid back sort of person.  Relaxed.  Chill, if you will.  But my god, my brother makes me angry.  That sort of ridiculous anger where you can't even think straight and all you want to do is just lash out because you need some way to deal with the anger.  I want to hit him.  Properly.  Punch him in the face.  Make him apologise, or just fuck ( Read more... )

Bloody, buggering fuck! Arse! Hellblast and sodomy and damnation!

One wouldn't think setting one's alarm so as to wake up on time for class would be that difficult a thing, but apparently I simply can't manage it the for the life of me!  This is the second time I've missed this class, and the fourth  time I've missed a class.  I feel really ( Read more... )

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Bleh!!! I love Emily, I really do, but I am sick of her overreacting about Bridget and Joe. I mean, nobody else cares except for her. I think, really, she is fairly immature s far as guys are concerned. Bridget was her best friend, and I think she still would be, except that Emily is inventing these barriers that don't exist. It's like, Emily ( Read more... )