"My eyes are green...because I eat a lot of vegetables..."

[i_am_it_]

I'm here. In my room. And i'm crying. Again. My life seems as if it thrives upon this endless cycle of drastic highs and drastic lows. There is never an in between. Yesterday I was at a drastic high. 10 fucking minutes ago I was on a drastic high! And now I'm low...so very low. And I'm crying, again. And its 1:18 in the morning and I have no one to talk to. Again. And I'm miserable, and the only thing that allows the days to pass calmly is the thought of me being in Miami a month from now, sitting on the beach, looking gorgeous as ever, with my best friends. I really hate it here. Is it wrong of me to be so sad? Sometimes I feel guilty because I complain so much. I should appreciate that I can afford to go to college, while there are plenty of people who got stuck going to SMC simply because they couldn't afford to be where I am now. I always complain about everything in my life. Its like nothing can ever go right. THere always has to be something that Im not happy about. Is it me? Or is it the universe? Who fucking knows. I'm such a sad little girl, with my sad little eyes, and my sad little heart. Dont you see it?

So, so, sad...