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Yea, so tomorrow is my birthday. sucks. doesn't seem like it.
i slacked off all year in school, i'm worried what my grades are going to look like... i'm fearing academic probation. me? yes. fucking depression kicked my ass this year...and i'm still fighting to kick it back.
it'd be nice to know that someone is as stressed out about finding me a birthday present as i was about his. or even thought about it. i dont know. something beyond an obnoxious insincere knock on my door. a card maybe? yea right. after two years, that's asking way too much. i dont know why i even care. part of me doesn't.
um... so my mouth freggin hurts... if u've seen my facebook pictures u'd know why.
i hope the decision to do it was active and not reactive.
i hope dad doesn't flip.
i hope i can be happy some day.
i'm going to italy in 2 weeks...that should make me happy!
oh! and i'm going to see Wicked next week... i've never seen it but hear it's incredible.
oh well...finals are over... packing is hell... another year down... maybe i'll reflect on that at some point, right now i dont care. i dont care about much of anything anymore. self-defensive numbness. woot.
i slacked off all year in school, i'm worried what my grades are going to look like... i'm fearing academic probation. me? yes. fucking depression kicked my ass this year...and i'm still fighting to kick it back.
it'd be nice to know that someone is as stressed out about finding me a birthday present as i was about his. or even thought about it. i dont know. something beyond an obnoxious insincere knock on my door. a card maybe? yea right. after two years, that's asking way too much. i dont know why i even care. part of me doesn't.
um... so my mouth freggin hurts... if u've seen my facebook pictures u'd know why.
i hope the decision to do it was active and not reactive.
i hope dad doesn't flip.
i hope i can be happy some day.
i'm going to italy in 2 weeks...that should make me happy!
oh! and i'm going to see Wicked next week... i've never seen it but hear it's incredible.
oh well...finals are over... packing is hell... another year down... maybe i'll reflect on that at some point, right now i dont care. i dont care about much of anything anymore. self-defensive numbness. woot.