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I've just learned, firsthand, that rebound hookups don't make you feel any better. No matter how hot and sexually adventurous the rebound is. BAH
so now it's 3pm and i'm sitting here, still in my pajamas, eating jello and listening to elliott smith on repeat. kel and i are skipping class tonight but i have to work the overnight at 10 anyway. ugh..why do i bother getting out of bed, anyway? some days i get all showered and dressed just to go get groceries or like go to target to get printer paper or socks..it's so lame. i just feel really drained and lonely and invisible. the only time i laugh is when im stoned off my ass, which is actually all the time lately. it's been a shitty week and I hate working 40 hrs a week but I just HAVE to be miss independent and blow all my money on starbucks and ill-fitting clothes that no one will ever notice. kill me please that way it will look like an accident and my family wont be quite as devastated as if i jumped out my fucking window onto congress street.
this was a morbid entry but i havent told anyone how i really feel lately, i just needed to get some of it out. i love my friends and everything, but honestly, i never really see any of them because i'm always so busy and exhausted. and now there's no guy in the picture, either. whatever, off to do some hw.
so now it's 3pm and i'm sitting here, still in my pajamas, eating jello and listening to elliott smith on repeat. kel and i are skipping class tonight but i have to work the overnight at 10 anyway. ugh..why do i bother getting out of bed, anyway? some days i get all showered and dressed just to go get groceries or like go to target to get printer paper or socks..it's so lame. i just feel really drained and lonely and invisible. the only time i laugh is when im stoned off my ass, which is actually all the time lately. it's been a shitty week and I hate working 40 hrs a week but I just HAVE to be miss independent and blow all my money on starbucks and ill-fitting clothes that no one will ever notice. kill me please that way it will look like an accident and my family wont be quite as devastated as if i jumped out my fucking window onto congress street.
this was a morbid entry but i havent told anyone how i really feel lately, i just needed to get some of it out. i love my friends and everything, but honestly, i never really see any of them because i'm always so busy and exhausted. and now there's no guy in the picture, either. whatever, off to do some hw.