I had the worst day yesterday. I can't stand mean, pathetic little people who know they're upsetting you but carry on doing it anyway because they get some kind of sick kick out of it. I wish I could just tell him what I really think of him, but I can't.

I have all these great ideas for stories/scenes in my head, but I don't know how to put them into words.

Zero motivation. Zero study time and finals in two weeks. Eeep!

Can I just stop the caffeine abuse and replace it with book abuse? I just need to get rid of these books once and for all. Two weeks...just two weeks and the nightmares are over.

It's never nice to find out someone you care about has cancer, no matter how early stage it may be. Cancer is still a scary word.

It's fucking HOT.

Winter, come back, pleeeease.

Found out on Friday that a friend of mine died in a car crash on Thursday morning. She was turning twenty three yesterday. So sad :-(

^I am so sorry for your loss, Geah.

My vent: I caught a cold and exams are next week. Now we all know what the means, ladies! Oh and Aunt Flow is possibly visiting soon as well. Kill me now. Please.

My vent is that my family yells at me for small tiny things, but my sister can do whatever she wants

So last week I ordered a book off eBay, especially for its cover, because the covers on the reprints bug me.

So it came in the mail today, and guess what?

It's got the wrong. Fucking. Cover.

Damn it.

I get some results today and I'm really nervous about them but I have to wait until 2pm.

My old laptop doesn't work anymore, and I can't get the documents off it. I hope I can get the hard drive out of it

Stressed, confused, annoyed and scared.

I'm graduating in 22 days. Part of me wishing I had decided to go to the ceremony, the other part knows it'd be too stressful for me, but still. Plus, TWENTY-TWO DAYS. Fucking hell, that's three weeks. I don't know how to react to my graduation, really. I'm excited and scared shitless at the same time.

I'm trying to finish this goddamn story before I graduate, too, and it's freaking me out. I've hit a fucking massive wall, a wall bigger than any I've encountered before. I enjoy writing it, believe me I do, but right now I feel like I want to just get it done and over with so I don't have to stress about it anymore. Everything I've written these past couple days has come out as utter shit. It's all too boring, too bland, too impractical, too time-consuming.

On another note, something is wrong with me. I've thrown up three times in the last four weeks, for seemingly no reason at all. I think I'm becoming lactose intolerant, but I don't know.

I just want all the stress to go away.

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I just defacated in the face of success with my English presentation today. If I get a C i'll eat grass.

Why do I stress the fuck out about the littlest things?

I've been trying to organize a meet up with my old roommate for a few weeks now. On Monday she said she'd get back to me about whether or not she could do Thursday (i.e. today), only she never did. It's now almost 2pm and she just text me to say "If we're doing tonight where and what time?" Talk about late notice. And I just love the way she's made it sound like I'm the one who's not got back to her!