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yea, i dunno
i've been home for the past few days. i'll be here until thursday. the doctor called it "dishydrosis."
hilarious. it's just one thing after another. when will there be ONE week... just ONE week where my body doesn't fail me? oh well.
i was reading one of my old paper journals and thinking about old friends&laurel high school& things like that. it made me realize how much i miss the friendships of 11th grade. we always had so much fun. i can't remember ONE argument. i just remember not caring about anyone else's opinion of me in the world. all that mattered at the time was my friends and what made me happy. i never felt like my friends were constantly trying to escape me, or that i had to keep them constanly entertained or they would get sick of me.
i've learned that some people just feel they are entitled to certain things, which they are not... which causes them to take these things for granted. oh well.
sometimes i think we all need to stop, take a look at our actions, and realize "hey, i fucked up" rather than constantly blaming everything on everyone else. we all have our faults and our flaws.
and for future reference, dishydrosis is not cool.
but things which are cool include the upcoming roadtrip(for lack of a better word). taking pictures. partying hard! "git crunk" mix. writing on other people's dry erase boards in the dorms. new college friends! and spoon.
my roomate did however eat two of my cookies.
and used my soap. disgusting.
it's time to have a talk with her/br4wl.
ai is on gtg l8r ttyl
edit:
ps. anyone who thinks they're impressing people by making references to doing cocaine is a complete moron. junkie does not translate to tortured intellectual or artist looking for an escape. it just means you're really stupid.
yea, i dunno
i've been home for the past few days. i'll be here until thursday. the doctor called it "dishydrosis."
hilarious. it's just one thing after another. when will there be ONE week... just ONE week where my body doesn't fail me? oh well.
i was reading one of my old paper journals and thinking about old friends&laurel high school& things like that. it made me realize how much i miss the friendships of 11th grade. we always had so much fun. i can't remember ONE argument. i just remember not caring about anyone else's opinion of me in the world. all that mattered at the time was my friends and what made me happy. i never felt like my friends were constantly trying to escape me, or that i had to keep them constanly entertained or they would get sick of me.
i've learned that some people just feel they are entitled to certain things, which they are not... which causes them to take these things for granted. oh well.
sometimes i think we all need to stop, take a look at our actions, and realize "hey, i fucked up" rather than constantly blaming everything on everyone else. we all have our faults and our flaws.
and for future reference, dishydrosis is not cool.
but things which are cool include the upcoming roadtrip(for lack of a better word). taking pictures. partying hard! "git crunk" mix. writing on other people's dry erase boards in the dorms. new college friends! and spoon.
my roomate did however eat two of my cookies.
and used my soap. disgusting.
it's time to have a talk with her/br4wl.
ai is on gtg l8r ttyl
edit:
ps. anyone who thinks they're impressing people by making references to doing cocaine is a complete moron. junkie does not translate to tortured intellectual or artist looking for an escape. it just means you're really stupid.