Back to Square One
Strange to look back through an old journal and see what was written. Apparently the last time i wrote was when I had just turned 20..and here I am, a couple weeks away from 22. My life has changed to much that I don't even feel like writing it. Both good and bad have taken place, as would be expected within two years.
Heather and I are no longer in a relationship. I shutdown my xanga because assholes up in college thought it was fun to torture me. I live in an old sorority house. i drink..often. reoccuring dreams for about a month now. i want to go to a pumpkin patch and do a hay ride really really badly. Im drowning in homework. i really hate my livejournal log in name...its completely fucking retarded. I dont smoke as much unless I'm home for the weekend. My grandma passed away and my granda is in critical condition. I'm going to california for spring break. I dont think anyone is going to read this because I lost contact with so many friends over the years.
Heather and I are no longer in a relationship. I shutdown my xanga because assholes up in college thought it was fun to torture me. I live in an old sorority house. i drink..often. reoccuring dreams for about a month now. i want to go to a pumpkin patch and do a hay ride really really badly. Im drowning in homework. i really hate my livejournal log in name...its completely fucking retarded. I dont smoke as much unless I'm home for the weekend. My grandma passed away and my granda is in critical condition. I'm going to california for spring break. I dont think anyone is going to read this because I lost contact with so many friends over the years.