sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I feel like the before picture of Blaise Meredith from Morris West's Devil's Advocate. Except I'm not dying and have the rest of my life to be lonely. Walking around campus on a lovely day like today strikes almost painful; I have nothing but my textbooks, good humor and cup of coffee to keep me company. I want what others have, but feel dreadfully awkward in human company; like they hate me for no reason at all. I'm paranoid and ridiculous and need to get the hell over it. Even my friends...sometimes I just can't wait to be alone, but I want to be close to someone...
Teenage angsty fail train, coming through.
My roommate's boyfriend is here for the weekend, and possibly Monday too. I feel homeless, and spineless while I'm at it.
So much schoolwork to do, so little time. I have less than a month before I start working again. Is that long enough to bring up the travesty I've made of my grades?
Teenage angsty fail train, coming through.
My roommate's boyfriend is here for the weekend, and possibly Monday too. I feel homeless, and spineless while I'm at it.
So much schoolwork to do, so little time. I have less than a month before I start working again. Is that long enough to bring up the travesty I've made of my grades?