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so. i really shouldn't have gone back to boston. it made me realize how much i hate it here. seriously. what do i do here? jackshit. i sit around. all the time. i mean i could go out. but with who? rachel is always busy/grounded. so i could hang out with corey. who will hook up with me. then give me shit for it. or greg. who will just fuck me and peace out. never to be heard from again. maybeeee ryan. if he isn't sick/working/busy. and reece. fucking reece. he has stood me up twice this weekend. why the FUCK is he doing this. i want my fucking stuff back. and emotionless sex. is that so much to ask?!?!?! and i am skank by the way. i'm supposed to go back to boston sometime. i really really want to. for various reasons. but i'm poor. like. so poor i could cry. any money i do make. goes straight to my college fund. -sigh-. i don't understand how other people have any money to spend on drugs/alcohol/food. i may become a hobo. it's completely possible. and by the way. i'm fucking scared out of my mind of college. what if i hate it? i hate it here enough already. god damn it. what the hell do i want. sorry. angry. upset. not a good day. i had a second job interview that went pretty horrible. woooo. i'ma go. i have to work tomorrow. or some shiat.