You'd think running a marathon would build confidence and perseverance. So why does it feel like my anxiety is at an all time high? Why did I need to cry tonight?

I'm Hannah and I'm a whore

Its my birthday. So of course, I'm up late, writing in a blog I never look at, trying to update my life. I'm happy. I <3 Greg and that is such a problem

Today my mom cried.

Moms are supposed to be invincible. They are supposed to be the ones who never get sick, who never show pain, who always manage to get things done.

My mom is slowly giving up. And I can't let that happen.

"Don't be afraid; just have faith."

My summer is half over and I have not done anything useful yet. Ugh.

I feel so trapped. I always feel like I should be helping my mom, but I don't know how. I wish my pay checks were just a little bit bigger. I wish my tuition bill was a little bit smaller. I am already as much as I possibly can, so what now?

*sigh*

I described my day like this...

You are at the beach. You're afraid that the sand is going to be hot so you tip toe around, until the sand is so soft that you walk normally. But then you step on a few rocks and hurt your feet. Either way you are still at the beach.

I need to make that something.

I haven't written in months ( Read more... )

I told myself to write in livejournal on my birthday..i'm a few minutes late

tim?
mike?
uconn....

ferrous fumarate

gah

My day:
school
my last first home game against arch-rival granby
win. i really want to
shower
joan jett at the big E with my mom