| Hmm I haven't been here in a while. So here i am! You think that you
will never ever get sick of things or people but then you do. School is
so exhausting to me. I know this sounds really lame, but it takes so
much effort for me to get up in the morning now. Going to work (as
exhausting as that is) is like this gigantic breath of fresh air...and
i get paid for it! So i leave tomorrow and hope to get a new outlook on
life for when i come back
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maybe if i was better looking
maybe if i was skinnier
maybe if i was shorter
maybe if i had longer hair
maybe if i could drive
maybe if i had more money
maybe if i have a bigger house
maybe if i had nicer clothes
maybe if i could dance better
maybe if i could sing better
maybe if i were smarter
then maybe someone would love me
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| Followed by the worst week ever.
coming home from work every day in tears = not so good
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| Best
Weekend
Ever!
Why do I keep trying to woo gay guys?
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And now I can leave Oxford in peace.
It was kind of envigorating sitting at the dance by myself, serene
maybe. To know that not a single person noticed that you were gone.
What a perfect feeling.
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