space machine baby.
the only thing keeping me sane at this point is playing loud music at full blast. sounds cliche, sounds teenage angst-esque, but it's the sad reality at this point.
there's nothing for me here anymore, really. if i'm allowed back at the academy i will go back bombarded with bull shit psychology, narcotics anonymous meetings, & will be under a microscope. i'm too humiliated to go back. i hope they keep their decision & expell me.
and abington? what a joke! what's there for me? answer: nothing.
it seems as if ian will be allowed back at the academy, so that's one up for me, but right now i have to wait.
i feel disgusting. lying around the house, wilting away, sleeping to escape reality [ha, stupid orgy quote but it's too true], waiting, waiting, i can barely get the motivation up to shower. i just shower, eat [barely], put on pajamas, and sleep.
i just want to know what's going on. and i might not know until friday.
boo hoo. woe is me.
there's nothing for me here anymore, really. if i'm allowed back at the academy i will go back bombarded with bull shit psychology, narcotics anonymous meetings, & will be under a microscope. i'm too humiliated to go back. i hope they keep their decision & expell me.
and abington? what a joke! what's there for me? answer: nothing.
it seems as if ian will be allowed back at the academy, so that's one up for me, but right now i have to wait.
i feel disgusting. lying around the house, wilting away, sleeping to escape reality [ha, stupid orgy quote but it's too true], waiting, waiting, i can barely get the motivation up to shower. i just shower, eat [barely], put on pajamas, and sleep.
i just want to know what's going on. and i might not know until friday.
boo hoo. woe is me.