February 2012
4 posts
Alfredo really hates when you leave pens on your desk, so he knocks them onto the floor for you. I’m not really sure what he has against pens, but if they in fact turn out to be some sinister device while upon desks, I thank you for this kitty cat.
Gotta love when your drunk friend takes your bed and to top it off you wake up to the sounds of your room mates fucking.
I think I’m just sick of this place, I don’t like where I am in my life. I don’t like feeling alone all the fucking time. It gets old. When I do open my mouth, it just makes everyone mad. Better off alone.
Watched a few episodes of skins today with some of my room mates, Cassie is my favorite so far.
January 2012
5 posts
I'm so fucking done with this. Done trying to open...
When you feel out of place and don’t know what to do. Yeah, that feeling.
fucking shit
Watching 500 Days of Summer doesn't actually help...
fuck this feeling.
December 2011
1 post
1 tag
The ramble:
I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve accounted this to being on vacation and having much more time to think and over-think than my previous schedule allowed. When I think it hurts. It hurts because I come to realize the things I’ve messed up and haven’t spent nearly enough time working out how to fix it; not that it necessarily means I’m attempting to...