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[May. 5th, 2007|10:47 am] |
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I think that I am subconsciously forgetful on purpose because the past can terrify me. Self-defense mechanism, you see. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2007|03:21 am] |
I'm doing pretty good, aside from handing a paper in way late. Everything going fine, except one thing worries me. I'm real concerned for my best friend cause she's been having a rough time and there's no one there for her. She's so awesome and always seems to get shafted, especially by the people she cares about the most. I feel bad for her cause In know how wonderful she is (hence, she's my best friend) and I love her to death yet she's really not feeling this whole college thing lately. I try my best to be there for her as much as I can, but I really wish either I could be there for her in person or that she had </i>someone</i> to be there for her who really really got her. She has great friends, but they don't know her well enough to know how to help her at this point. I hope things turn up for her soon and she starts enjoying everything. Goodness knows I miss her and love her.
smooshes and hugs Molly, know I'm thinkin of ya. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2007|01:40 pm] |
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I hate papers and deadlines for them. I can't wait until I have a job and am no longer in school. I just want my free time to actually be my own free time and not time to do all the homework I have. Grar. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2006|09:35 pm] |
College is friggin tough. For the frist time this week I really wasn't sure if I could handle it, and I've been so frustrated and sleep deprived and upset. Blarg.
Anyway,
Every once in a while I do miss the old life
I wish it was the end of sophomore year
with a good conversation in the back seat of my car
when sex and alcohol didn't matter
A's weren't so tough
and intimacy was everywhere
I miss having fun with my siblings
the isolation of my room
my good friends.
I love them all,
they'll never be replaced.
And when I get real low, when I feel like I just don't want any of this any more, like it's all too much to handle and none of it is where I want to be,
I sort of yell at myself because I know I can gather it all up and start pushing it in the direction I want it to go. Since this is a sort of "grow up now" experience, I suppose that I have to figure this all out on me own and start doing that. it'll get easier as it goes along.
that doesn't mean transferring to St. Louis doesn't appeal a lot of the times. |
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