I was livid today. Seething. I started with a ridiculous amount of dull reading to do for classes that I couldn't possibly finish, even when attempting an all-nighter. In my morning class my teacher praised, Roxanne, who I have fallen radically out of favour with. This one teacher fucking loves her. It pisses me off, as she fucked our group over ( Read more... )

I put myself on a dating site to curb feelings of loneliness. What I've really learned so far is that there are a lot of really unappealing men out there. Like terrible looking, zero grammar, and like NO sense of decorum or politeness. Don't get me wrong, I love a bad boy, but ignorance and blatant rudeness is just sad. I met a guy who is kind of ( Read more... )

I am continually frustrated by this infatuation I have. I want constant communication, like some needy person. It's embarrassing. In this world I feel like women have to lower their standards to get what they want, then when they have it they realize they shouldn't have wanted it in the first place ( Read more... )

I don't like my neighbours. I like the inside of my apartment and it's proximity with regard to things but my neighbours are loud and irritating. The walls are paper thin and everyone hears every little sound. The men next door smoke and argue loudly. There is a man that walks by and spits, conjuring it up deeply from within, onto the hallway ( Read more... )

I am bored and tired with my life. I spend an inordinate amount of my spare time sleeping. It is actually fairly stupid, as I have a great deal of work ahead of me this semester. I feel passion for my subject in fits and starts. I feel confident and accepting of myself about the same. I am unable to maintain anything except for dysthymia. It doesn' ( Read more... )

I want to start writing on here again though I don't exactly have a lot to say. I feel vacant and a little listless. Money has become a problem. Schooling and relationships are not. You take the good with the bad. I don't feel particularly passionate or upset or anything at all. It is the end of my week. Things are moving right along. My mind may ( Read more... )