Nov 22, 2004 02:14
I suppose I can say that things are better-ish again. Not good, of course. But better. No more fighting or longing to hurt myself over things that I couldn't change. So, yes, improvement.
Mmm, break. Thank Diana, I need it so badly. I need to see my friends, see her, sleep in my own fucking bed. Would be glorious. OMG, I can get my Nymphetamine CD out of my stereo, too. W00tage.
I need a single so badly. You don't understand. I need privacy, peace, to be able to fucking go to fucking sleep whenever I desire. She fucking had one of my blank checks hidden on her desk. I found it this weekend when I was trying to make my bed and I ended up knocking some stuff on the floor. I'm so pissed. I don't know what to do. I no longer wonder if she really took my quarters and those ten bucks. Imma tell Grace tomorrow. I'm bloody fucking sick of this. I'm praying that I'll get in the Alliance house, and maybe I'll go for a single in Peet next year, depend on how the Alliance house is, if I get in.
I just can't take this much longer. I'm so stressed about it, it makes me sick.
Had a rather good-ish weekend. Hung out a bunch, wasn't bored, didn't end badly. All-in-all, quite nice, and refreshing. Go me.
But, yeah, I should prolly go sleep. Thought I'd update, 'cause I'm cool like that, yo.
Nighty.