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Friday, February 5, 2010

I hate life.

Time to smoke. Time to write. Time to clean. Time to dress up. It's T. time.

Yeah, that's right. T. and I are meeting up either at the bar or somewhere else. I have knots in my stomach and a heavy chest. I am nervous, excited, high, soon to be drunk I hope. I still like him, and am obviously hoping to hook up. Shit. Probably won't happen, but I did ask him last night if he was interested in being friends with benefits.

Speaking off, I officially skipped two classes this week. It is only the second week of the semester, kind of an early start to my rebellious ways. I will be better about attending though, I know I will. I can't afford to fail any classes this semester, therefore I must go.

Hours later...
I forgot that I started typing this out. I just returned from the bar.
I hate life.

I hurt.

I want to die.

1 comment:

Stick Thin said...

Oh Sar, I wish I could help. Love/emotion/feelings are such a bitch and they freaking torture us all