Uncertainty

So now I'm told that one half doesn't mind his presence when I'm home alone even though the second half made it PERFECTLY CLEAR that they both had agreed on the previous decision. Ugh, make up your minds please.

ugh.

You could take your fucking car ONCE IN A WHILE and stop fucking ASSUMING shit.

To you.

Dear You:

Please understand that everything will happen in due course. Making me feel guilty about it will not - I repeat: will not - make it happen as easily as you seem to think. I don't understand why you refuse to let me deal with my own issues and just stop it. It kills me to have to repeat it every time, and that constant look of melancholy is even worse.

Let it happen when it does.

Regards,

Me.

BTW, those of you reading - this is not about sex lmao

Since when does NO mean YES?

Once again, time is a bitch and a half.
Why must people decide what should or should not be done solely based on one factor: time elapsed. It makes me sick to my very core that certain beings cannot seem to understand and/or sympathize.

I'm annoyed.
I'm angry.
I'm nervous.
I'm scared.
I'm NOT lying. -- So get that out of your pretty little head.

Please..

Muse on vacation

I haven't gotten inspired lately for anymore stories. Maybe it's a good thing seeing as the root behind my tales were none other than rage. However I feel myself pulling away from my creative side; I'm not angry anymore and that surprisingly bothers me... I must find others sources of inspiration.

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6 months clean :)

Animals. Pt. 2 of many?

Not as bad as I had presumed. Actually, quite amazing.

Unexpected.

Courage.

Excitement.

Laughter.

Embarrassment.

Love.

The exit sign is no longer etched into my mind.

I look forward to what is to come.

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Animals.

So I just finished my last exam before spring break. I didn't ace it, as I never seem to do with my exam, I just hope that I at least passed the sucker. Ouf. At least these are over with, and an entire week of pleasure awaits me-in no way did I mean that to sound dirty. Well, maybe.

Saturday'll be amazing.

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70/100 for an exam I knew practically nothing about. Not bad?

Tick, tock on the clock, when exactly does the party start>

Why does quitting just seem like the more practical approach to everything nowadays? Everything has just become so monotonous and dull and all I want to do is party. I'm ashamed to say that I haven't been putting much effort into my school work lately and its all catching up to me at this very moment. Midterms are upon us and the pressure it definitely ON. And it's red hot. Life would honestly be much much simpler had we all been swallowed up by the Y2K madness back in 1999.

Is there somewhere beyond this time and space? Somewhere where one mustn't follow certain rules and comply to certain etiquette? Perhaps a galaxy far far away? ...OK Star Wars has definitely gone to my head.