Feb 24, 2006 01:10
week. please be over. please. PLEASE.
tomorrow will be nice with two easy classes and relaxing lunch with shira. then rent in the pm. but i have two fucking midterms next thursday for my two hardest classes and i MIGHT just die. i might.
and by just casually swiping my hand into the back of my top drawer the other day, it sort of killed me. it's funny what you find when you reach into the past.
but tevs. i guess that's a whole segment that i'm just going to have to accept as a learning experience. i don't think i ever expected anything more. but the dreams that i keep having kill me every night, and i can't help it. i seriously go to sleep thinking of something completely different, but wake up with that feeling of safety and comfort and just happiness.
february 24th. holla. five years ago?
and as much as i love clark, there isn't anything, or anyone here. yeah i am sort of involved in the actual clarkness, but at the same time, nothing's really keeping me here, besides an amazing psych program.
but i guess listening to beast of burden with sam for five hours straight isn't so bad, right?