i wanted lizzards with lazar beams attatched to their heads.
why is it that every time i wake up i am coughing?
why is it that every time i go to sleep i have nightmares?
why is it that every time i think about class i find new AMAZING excuses not to go?
why is it that every time i want to go out and hang out with people i feel sick?
why is it that every time i talk to people here it makes me hate being here?
why is it that every time i go home i dont want to leave again?
why is it that every time i come back i wish i have never come in the first place?
god damnit. i hate this college was supposed to make everything easier and make me want to be on my own or whatever.
sometimes i wish i had jsut gone to cali and been like screw everything and i swear it would have been fun. but then im' like wtf i dont know what i want to do with myself what would i do in cali? so here again i'm torn down the middle and then again sideways.i want to be at home and then i want tob e down in cali with angie on a beach doing some art....and then i want to stay here and take classes cause i like the teachers and the classes i'm taking. dahh fuck it.