"why aren't you working harder? why aren't you challenging yourself?!"

it is literally a challenge to live

The scariest Halloween of all: finding out my dad has cancer.

Leiomyosarcoma. I don't think I will ever forget this word.

This time I'll learn to keep my mouth shut and my concerns to myself.

When you can't stand people, when you can't stand the people your friends have chosen, when you can't stand being the one not chosen.

Taking things too seriously as always, thinking too selfishly as always.

It's hard wanting to build a world, but not being good enough to have a story to make use of it. idk. I have a lot of dreams, but nothing worthwhile is ever produced. I miss writing words I'm proud of.

Lonely as always. I want to talk about my ideas, my stories to someone. But a lot of times I feel like no one really wants to listen.

If I had one thing to tell my juniors, it would be this ( Read more... )

Fuck people, honestly. 

Actually got myself sick. I don't know if it was from overworking and all the dust I breathed in at the bookstore or from my limited time in research labs containing parasites and viruses or from my volunteer shifts at the hospital but either way my nose is stuffed, my throat manages to be stuffed and raw, coughing up mucus with blood present, ( Read more... )

I hate people, including myself. I'm twenty-two, but I still sound like I have eighth grade disease. Everything is slipping out of my grasp though.