I guess I just want to find someone to do substances with.

I am tired of drinking alone, and it has only been two days.

why do you do that?

why do you call for like 3 seconds? It is stupid.

I want to stab you in the liver.

Also, great. I am using expressions that I was fond of sophomore year of high school.

Fuck you.

Are you unhappy? I am unhappy too.

Do you want someone? Are you lonely too?

This is a stupid song and I should stop listening to it, because it reminds me of writing that goddamned final for Susser's class. I want to kill shit.

lskjdflsjkfd

I guess I really do hate Scott now. Every time Erik mentions him, it evokes the same feelings as Magic does.

Also, I am really goddamn jealous that he does things, and I do not.

I want to get trashed and cry for a couple of hours, but hey, I have a roommate.

This is a stupid thing. I want everyone to feel bad because I feel bad. And I want everyone to have a shitty time because I'm having a shitty time.

Okay, fine, this is not true.

I want Erik to have a shitty time because I'm having a shitty time, and I want Scott to die in a fire.

I do not enjoy feeling like everything is my fault. It's sort of narcissistic. Oh well, I guess I'm a narcissist.

I am not an artist

I desperately wish I was though.

Becoming physically ill at the mention of a card game seems unhealthy.

I have so much negative association for something that seems to most people relatively innocent.

this is problems, I suppose.

"It's not fixed if you like it broken"

guhhhhhhhhhh

I dislike

being reminded of my own mortality?

I guess this is something a lot of people can relate to maybe.

I don't even know the guy, and I still want to lock myself in the bathroom and cry for several hours.

Everything is so fragile. I do not understand how people keep going despite this knowledge. Everything can break so easily.

Academic probation sort of sucks.

I guess I have a term GPA of 1.4, which is neat.

I have dug myself into a giant, stupid hole. I hate school. I hate my major. I hate classes. I hate homework. I hate tests. I hate it when boyfriends leave in the middle of the semester with no explanation. I hate social claustrophobia. I hate loneliness that leads to paranoia. I hate insomnia due to said paranoia. I hate loss of appetite. I hate crying every night, not because I don't know how to fix it, but because I don't really want to.

This is frustrating.