Hahaha, at the dutch man.
I don't really know why I liked that person so much, but I don't anymore. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the image of who I used to be. I don't do the same things I used to. I honestly don't, and I don't fucking want to. I'm tired of people hearing things about me, sometimes before they even know me. And I'm tired of people judging me on it. If you're going to judge me, and change your opinion of me because of shit I used to do, go right ahead. But whatever. I gave a fuck a few hours ago. After thinking about it, I don't anymore.
I'm excited for this weekend. Two wonderful nights off. I probably shouldn't anticipate much, but I am anyway. I'm ready to give people chances. I'm ready to really care about someone. I'm stressing out about school. I honestly can't do it. I'm pathetically umotivated, disgustingly lazy, and it's all going downhill. I mean school, not life.
I'm excited for this weekend. Two wonderful nights off. I probably shouldn't anticipate much, but I am anyway. I'm ready to give people chances. I'm ready to really care about someone. I'm stressing out about school. I honestly can't do it. I'm pathetically umotivated, disgustingly lazy, and it's all going downhill. I mean school, not life.