lean into the bell and press, you're in your brand new dress
i cannot sleep. therefor i want to shoot myself in the face.
class in 7 hours. americanthoughtandgovernmentmustdie.
taking back sunday in 14 hours. icannotfuckingwait.
spacesbetweenwordsarehighlyoverrated.
cat and jen are adorable, although it makes me hate them because there isn't a boy in my bed. not that there are any specific boys i want in my bed. although... i dunno. i hate trying to figure people out, because more often than not i read too much into their actions and become extremely disillusioned and end up getting hurt. which is probably why nothing ever works out, because i usually think it's more than it actually is. or i try not to do that, and just end up fucking things up anyway because then it comes off as me not caring that much, when i really do. and i hate being up at 2 am psycoanalizing myself.
and i'm way hungry. i seem to get hungry at the most inopportune times as of late. i also think my stomach has shrunk since i've been here, because whenever i eat, it doesn't take much to make me full. one would think that because of this i would have lost weight, but the result has been quite the opposite. which wicked sucks. and does a hell of a lot for my self esteem, let me tell you.
bah, i didn't mean for this to become one of those self-loathing, pity me entries. so i suppose i should quit while i'm behind.
fuck.
-$am
p.s. 14 hours. so excited.
class in 7 hours. americanthoughtandgovernmentmustdie.
taking back sunday in 14 hours. icannotfuckingwait.
spacesbetweenwordsarehighlyoverrated.
cat and jen are adorable, although it makes me hate them because there isn't a boy in my bed. not that there are any specific boys i want in my bed. although... i dunno. i hate trying to figure people out, because more often than not i read too much into their actions and become extremely disillusioned and end up getting hurt. which is probably why nothing ever works out, because i usually think it's more than it actually is. or i try not to do that, and just end up fucking things up anyway because then it comes off as me not caring that much, when i really do. and i hate being up at 2 am psycoanalizing myself.
and i'm way hungry. i seem to get hungry at the most inopportune times as of late. i also think my stomach has shrunk since i've been here, because whenever i eat, it doesn't take much to make me full. one would think that because of this i would have lost weight, but the result has been quite the opposite. which wicked sucks. and does a hell of a lot for my self esteem, let me tell you.
bah, i didn't mean for this to become one of those self-loathing, pity me entries. so i suppose i should quit while i'm behind.
fuck.
-$am
p.s. 14 hours. so excited.