Mar 11, 2003 21:31
dont anyone ever tell me you'll do something and not do it. it hurts. because i thought you actually had something to tell me. you said we'd talk. you never said a word. maybe it isnt important but fuck, i hurt so much right now.
i need to talk to so many people. my life is empty without you. but im too scared to tell you all these things.
and why are all the dogs having a barking fest? it sounds like a massacre going on out there. its very unsettling. this english poetry thing is crap. 3 chapters of bio to catch up on. two more chapters to go over for essay tomorrow. spanish quiz on vocab/shit i wasnt there to learn. and then fucking journalism, which can go bite itself in the ass. i hate the people who say everyone's slacking and their fucking giggling over who knows what, because dude its so cool. so the rest of us are doing your dirty work. fuck.
i only enjoyed lunch. but it was better yesterday. more peaceful. i think ill eat alone tomorrow. its nicer that way.