...

I wish I got a real break. I am ready to finish these classes and start new ones. I am just not ready for the cold. I can't believe Christmas is coming so soon. I don't even know what I want...

back home

I feel so much better. Drugs are really good. I hate being one of the first people back to school.
Although, it feels good when people get back.

I <3 MSU

siiick

Too bad this is how I looked and felt on Thursday, now I look and feel like total shit. Just my luck to be sick right before Thanksgiving break. I am already all alone, with no one to really talk to at home during a time one should be with family, but now I am going to be sick with no one around to take care of me.

Guess that's what I get. I am not sure what for.

Guess I will be sleeping. A lot. That can't be too good.

Back to my damned project.

tough love?

Why do mothers always fall back on the excuse "it's for your own good" or "it's hard for me to sit back and watch you do this to yourself"? To me, that means whatever state you're in is not good enough. I know my mom would never say a thing like that, but when it comes to one particular issue, it seems that I can never get to the point. I know she loves me and is proud of me in everything I do, except one issue.

I was told that as long as I try, that is all that matters. So since I am trying, why does it seem that it's just not good enough?

I would hate for my conscience to want to go to extreme bad resorts and go back to bad habits....

It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside...

I may not be one of those that can easily hide, but I haven't known him long enough. I know it's not love or anything, but why do I have such attraction to someone I hardly know?

It must be the mystery factor, but that can't be good because I want to know someone before I like him.



I hope I get enough done tomorrow. It's gonna be a big day, and I am probably going to break down at least once during that day.

Hope not.


And I like this picture. A lot.

________________________________________

there's nothing you can say
there's nothing you can do
there's no other way when it comes to the truth


so


kEeP hOlDiNg On...

I Knew This Day Would Come...

R.I.P. Pooch

She lived to be 8 years old. She had stomach cancer. She could make anyone feel better about a shitty day. She had the coldest nose and the loudest purr. Her fur was the softest and she knew how to love like I never knew.

I loved her like a sister, maybe even a child.

She will be missed. I just hope that Violet isn't going to miss her too much. I also wish I was there for my parents.

Hopefully The Hills will make me feel better.