It’s almost July. I can’t wait to go home for a couple days. I know that in the most technical of senses Rochester is my home but, I’ve never felt at home here. The longer I’m here, the more my sense of self fades away. I break down a little more. I find myself thinking that it might be okay just to give up on what few hopes and dreams I have left. And then I catch myself...
In the 11th hour (quite literally) my mood has been salvaged. oh and i just noticed the typo in the lyrics i posted earlier. my bad. things to do tomorrow: dye my hair do my eyebrows laundry clean my room clean my car out see about a piece of glass for the window on my car write! pine (yes pine. for who/what you’ll never know) and finally: plan i’m putting my plans in...
it’s all happening. slowly but surely, it’s happening. :-)
You need me and I need this illusion of safety. I’m just too scared of...– Scarlet “Life Support”
an exercise in misanthropy..
mis·an·thro·py [mis-an-thruh-pee, miz-] –noun hatred, dislike, or distrust of humankind. I am extremely on edge today. Pretty much anything and everything is getting on my nerves. So don’t take it personal if I snap on you or just ignore you in general. I’m just full of hate right now.
they say music soothes the savage beast and right...
I’ve succeeded in making today my bitch so far. Ivy tech was a success. Sisters’ softball game later. Pigs in a blanket for dinner. Home to write my one page “hey give me some free money ‘cause i’m awesome” scholarship essay. Then work bright and early in the am. Payday tomorrow!
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee; and when I love...– Othello, scene iii (Reading Othello is one of my FAVORITE things to do on a rainy night.)
“I feel that when I’m old I’ll...
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easily the most epic tshirt ever.