I just can't win. In order to get ahead in my assignments, I sentence an entire weekend to being devoid of fun. But then I end up having all sorts of free time when nobody else does. And then I start doing my homework, and everybody wants to hang out. So I go to have fun instead of what I should be doing. But it's not really fun, because I end up coming out of it with another of those lovely downers...
November 11, 1:58am.
I can't wait to live on my own and just forget about all this shite. I've had more then enough of actions and words I can no longer interpret as friendly. They'll miss using me when I'm no longer here, and knowing that gives me a sick thrill...
A depressing thought. For a day of solemnness. Sorry, that's about the most equivalent post I can conjure up right now.
I've got my poppy. Do you?
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5 comments:
We will miss you when you're gone.
someday this shit will all get moved aside, and we can just do what we want, hangout whenever. Look forward to christmas break.
i have my poppy
living alone isn't all that great. i have an awesome place, and no one to share it with.
ps. just five weeks left! i think
suicidal liiine
i'll miss you.
although you moving may actually bring you closer. it may also not.
It's true. Enjoy having other people outside your bedroom door for the time being; 'cause without it, it gets pretty lonely. Plus there's no one to discover your dead carcass if you, like, accidentally impale yourself with a butcher knife. Just putting it out there.
Wow, I win the Depressing game.
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