America....Fuck yeah.
So basically it's like...shit.
My written journal fell into the wrong hands. I feel exposed...I feel naked. I feel embarrassed. I spilled so much of my heart out on paper and revealed my deepest darkest feelings and I've been discovered. It doesn't seem fair...All of this is still unnecessary however.
Apparently I have an anger/resentment problem that I need to deal with. Personally, it's so much easier to not deal with it and let time work its magic.
Today is Thursday and Katie nor Izzy called about lunch. Not sure why...
I made a list of goals for this summer that I plan on continuing to next year.
I already have arrangments for volunteering different places in Columbus in July. It's mostly working with people who aren't as fortunate as me...I did the same thing last year and absolutely loved it. It's opened up my eyes and made me realize I want to help people as a career, so I'm looking into psychology and possibly being a psychologist or a psychiatrist. The more I think about it, the more it appeals to me. I'm also working out and trying to stay in shape to feel better about myself. The possibility of a job lingers in the back of my mind...I want to paint again, and I want to paint a lot. The only reason I would really get a job is to buy paint supplies which are so ridiculously expensive for some damn reason. I really want to be an artist...I almost forgot how much I loved it. I'm also going to learn to rely on myself for all my needs, and not others.
I'm sad and a little confused. I need to talk to her...I just don't know how.
Slightly pissed off. Ready to leave. Ready for anything. I want an adrenalin rush. I want something...
I made a Buddha shrine, it's hot, and Team America is WONDERFUUUL.
Also, last night I had a dream that I made out with Posh Spice and cried about it afterwards, then dreamt this image of me hugging Maynard James Keenan while posing for a picture. YES.
My written journal fell into the wrong hands. I feel exposed...I feel naked. I feel embarrassed. I spilled so much of my heart out on paper and revealed my deepest darkest feelings and I've been discovered. It doesn't seem fair...All of this is still unnecessary however.
Apparently I have an anger/resentment problem that I need to deal with. Personally, it's so much easier to not deal with it and let time work its magic.
Today is Thursday and Katie nor Izzy called about lunch. Not sure why...
I made a list of goals for this summer that I plan on continuing to next year.
I already have arrangments for volunteering different places in Columbus in July. It's mostly working with people who aren't as fortunate as me...I did the same thing last year and absolutely loved it. It's opened up my eyes and made me realize I want to help people as a career, so I'm looking into psychology and possibly being a psychologist or a psychiatrist. The more I think about it, the more it appeals to me. I'm also working out and trying to stay in shape to feel better about myself. The possibility of a job lingers in the back of my mind...I want to paint again, and I want to paint a lot. The only reason I would really get a job is to buy paint supplies which are so ridiculously expensive for some damn reason. I really want to be an artist...I almost forgot how much I loved it. I'm also going to learn to rely on myself for all my needs, and not others.
I'm sad and a little confused. I need to talk to her...I just don't know how.
Slightly pissed off. Ready to leave. Ready for anything. I want an adrenalin rush. I want something...
I made a Buddha shrine, it's hot, and Team America is WONDERFUUUL.
Also, last night I had a dream that I made out with Posh Spice and cried about it afterwards, then dreamt this image of me hugging Maynard James Keenan while posing for a picture. YES.