This is the first day in a long time where i can say i just feel like bleeding.

Failure, he said, times two breeds contempt

Merry fucking Christmas from my dysfunctional little corner of life.
What a family we turned out to be.

At the end of the night, we'd all seen better days

I miss you. I won't see you until maybe Sunday, though, probably not even then. I feel like there was something weird between us today. You didn't seem yourself. You didn't seem like you wanted to be around me as much today. You also never call me. It seems like you've disregarded all that stuff I told you about that was making me unhappy. I think we need to have another one of those talks again :/

I just go my way

I stepped on a needle last night. I don't think I've hurt that much in a long time. It had me crying like a baby on the floor. But screaming curses at the same time. Like, a sailor baby or something. I don't know. It doesn't even hurt anymore because the hole was, you know, the size of a needle, but I have it wrapped up anyway because it's hard to keep band-aids on the bottom of your foot.

Also, I took a day off from school because I'm exhausted. Physically and mentally. And it sucks because I had a test today and I wanted to ask Liz some uestions about the review because I don't understand any of it. I thought I did, but I guess that's what happens when you don't do your homework. And I really should have. I also should have given some cans in that class and brought my grade up a little. I think I'm at a c-, and after this test, I don't think it's going up any.


And I'm still very frustrated that I can't fit into some of my pants. I just need to step things up another notch I guess.

P.S. I love you and I miss you and I'm sorry I let myself go so much :/
Not that you'll probably even read this, but I should say it anyway.

I'm coming up only to show you wrong.

I'm never going to write about Isle Royale. I guess those memories are staying locked up in my head.

So, it's 3:30 a.m. and I find late at night like this is the only time I ever feel like doing anything.
I wish I would write more, but I feel silly writing about things.
All of this stuff is so irrelevant and no one reads it, but it's not even personal either.
I miss so many things.
Nothing is as simple as I always thought it would be.
I feel winter blues coming on, so, don't forget about me okay?