Ugh...
I hate the month of November. Especially this year.
So much to do, and not enough time/sleep/ability/want to do any of it.
11/15/06-
9 years since Jenny died.
Can't help but think about her more and more often lately.
If everyone had been so worried about me, I really wish you would have come to me. I might not have listened right away, but at least I would have known that you cared and could see what I couldn't.
I understand that you didn't know what to do, what to say, that I had to see for myself.....
But sometimes....
Problems don't fix themselves. Sometimes people need intervention, even if it's just a talk.
Alcohol, cigarettes, random sexual encounters, pot...
Since when did my life come to this? When did I change from that innocent girl I used to be? I wish I could go back, back when things were simple.
I feel so alone sometimes. Especially at times when the floor hangs out. I feel like I don't belong every once in a while. There are very few people that I feel doesn't judge me, like Carrie, Becca C, Megan, and Chelsea. But they haven't known me very long. They don't know who I used to be.
I wish others could see what I see, feel what I feel, know what I know. I wish it was that way with everyone. Then maybe there wouldn't be so many problems and misunderstandings.
Another hour gone by that I'm procrastinating this rough draft that was due this morning. At least I can give it to everyone as late as Monday if I need to. That helps. A little.
If I die before Thanksgiving break, I place all blame on my professors and the horrendous amount of assignments/tests/papers/projects/stress due in the next week and a half.
So much to do, and not enough time/sleep/ability/want to do any of it.
11/15/06-
9 years since Jenny died.
Can't help but think about her more and more often lately.
If everyone had been so worried about me, I really wish you would have come to me. I might not have listened right away, but at least I would have known that you cared and could see what I couldn't.
I understand that you didn't know what to do, what to say, that I had to see for myself.....
But sometimes....
Problems don't fix themselves. Sometimes people need intervention, even if it's just a talk.
Alcohol, cigarettes, random sexual encounters, pot...
Since when did my life come to this? When did I change from that innocent girl I used to be? I wish I could go back, back when things were simple.
I feel so alone sometimes. Especially at times when the floor hangs out. I feel like I don't belong every once in a while. There are very few people that I feel doesn't judge me, like Carrie, Becca C, Megan, and Chelsea. But they haven't known me very long. They don't know who I used to be.
I wish others could see what I see, feel what I feel, know what I know. I wish it was that way with everyone. Then maybe there wouldn't be so many problems and misunderstandings.
Another hour gone by that I'm procrastinating this rough draft that was due this morning. At least I can give it to everyone as late as Monday if I need to. That helps. A little.
If I die before Thanksgiving break, I place all blame on my professors and the horrendous amount of assignments/tests/papers/projects/stress due in the next week and a half.