the never ending week.
my week never seems to end.
tomorrow i have 2 midterms, a paper, and an assignment due.
i'm upset at the universe because nothing is going my way and id like to quit (like now). i feel the next few weeks will be like the last few months, and though my insomnia has taken a great hiatus is ready to come back from holiday with full force.
ive stopped taking my sleeping pills. why? well secretly i'm saving them up for when the time is right.
i am furious.
i am anger.
i want my week to end, and it will all be by tomorrow at 5:00p. ive migrated back to my live journal because... i was sick of my own blog and it seems so lonely. insert empty spaces here. i had to move it, because my tangible life was starting to comment and chime in. we cant have colliding universes.
its been almost 6 days since i last smoked. its been twice as long since i last cut. let's not jump for joy now, it doesnt mean anything. i actually went a month and of course a balance of... well i couldnt resist.
washington state has been riddling of the girl who was stabbed to death at the mcdonalds. reading about it made me feel faint at heart. something about being really young, really innocent, and not having a chance at life.
today i outright said that i regretted my major. i hate being chem major and i dont understand why i ever did it. yeah, 4 years later. i wish that i really gave myself a chance to pursue something i love and this conflict that ive carried has really brought me down. there is no going back, but i honestly dont want to move forward. i just want to stop, i want to stop time, space, the universe and write and read and be an english major. what id kill to be one of those esoteric fucks.
my life is riddled with regret. i'm not so young anymore, hardly innocent, and i never really gave myself a chance. i fucked up my life going one way and ill be miserable forever. i mightaswell be dead.
i hate this. i fucking hate this. i just want to be happy.
and this is all because my week hasnt ended yet.
my wicked wicked ways
the great freckled wonder.
tomorrow i have 2 midterms, a paper, and an assignment due.
i'm upset at the universe because nothing is going my way and id like to quit (like now). i feel the next few weeks will be like the last few months, and though my insomnia has taken a great hiatus is ready to come back from holiday with full force.
ive stopped taking my sleeping pills. why? well secretly i'm saving them up for when the time is right.
i am furious.
i am anger.
i want my week to end, and it will all be by tomorrow at 5:00p. ive migrated back to my live journal because... i was sick of my own blog and it seems so lonely. insert empty spaces here. i had to move it, because my tangible life was starting to comment and chime in. we cant have colliding universes.
its been almost 6 days since i last smoked. its been twice as long since i last cut. let's not jump for joy now, it doesnt mean anything. i actually went a month and of course a balance of... well i couldnt resist.
washington state has been riddling of the girl who was stabbed to death at the mcdonalds. reading about it made me feel faint at heart. something about being really young, really innocent, and not having a chance at life.
today i outright said that i regretted my major. i hate being chem major and i dont understand why i ever did it. yeah, 4 years later. i wish that i really gave myself a chance to pursue something i love and this conflict that ive carried has really brought me down. there is no going back, but i honestly dont want to move forward. i just want to stop, i want to stop time, space, the universe and write and read and be an english major. what id kill to be one of those esoteric fucks.
my life is riddled with regret. i'm not so young anymore, hardly innocent, and i never really gave myself a chance. i fucked up my life going one way and ill be miserable forever. i mightaswell be dead.
i hate this. i fucking hate this. i just want to be happy.
and this is all because my week hasnt ended yet.
my wicked wicked ways
the great freckled wonder.