i thought i'd be singing a different tune by now

[rachelxlynnx]

so i feel like complaining,
yeh. that's right.
COMPLAINING.

i hate myspace.

i hate that everyone here
is so hick even though they
say "oh yeh i'm from 40 minutes
from the city,"
hi. shut the fuck up.
i hate that i have a roommate
but she's only here when she's
not with her boyfriend and that
she sleeps at his place like 6
nights out of the week.

i hate that i'm always alone.
i hate that i have so many
friends at home and the people
here are so fake to me.
i hate that the only person
that cared to walk with me
somewhere today was my
architectural engineering professor.

in the end, is it really worth it
staying here? i suppose so.
i suppose i learn more because
all i do is study, just to keep
my fucking mind off of how
much of a loner i am.

i hate that the boy that
i think i'm in love with
will probably never know
how i feel about him.

and i hate that i have to
write about all of this in here
because i don't have
anyone to talk to in
person about it.

ughhhh. fuck this.