We've come to take back our stolen breath.

Currently applying to transfer to VCU. I'm not sure if it is a real decision or just one of my acid revelations.
I'm kind of getting destructive here, but honestly will Richmond be any better for me? Probably not, but at least I'll be around people who won't judge me and who will eat just as many drugs as I do.

On a lighter note, deadmau5 at the 9:30, the DAY my thanksgiving break starts! Hell yessss

i have been in love with the same boy for two years and i can't let him go without a fight.

college is just tons of free time. my writings are just strings of random words. my nights are just ceiling tiles and the sounds of two other people sleeping in the same room as me.
the lack of privacy, the lack of respect and overall the lack of substantial relationships here kills me. everyone latched on to each other so quickly, that there is no way that i can believe that everyone here are already 'best friends.'
i miss the people that make me feel at home, i miss the people that know who i am and who i trust. but i guess thats what i gave up when i decided to choose cnu.

this school legitimately sucks. I DONT FIT IN

I'm going to write in my livejournal to see if you still acknowledge my existence.
Would you follow what I did and check this habitually if I made all of my posts public?
Does the fact that everything is private and friends-only make you anxious and curious about whether you're still the subject?

Do you think about me enough to remember that I showed you this and told you my username?

If so, 
you are the rudest, most ungrateful asshole that I have ever cared to know.
I hope that everything I said to you truely hit close to home and that you took every word to heart, because I know that I took everything you said seriously; except for the compliments.
I analyze everything you do during class, and wonder if the references and inside jokes you share with her are about me.
I know that you used to constantely ask her about me and whether I talked about you and asked her the same questions. 
The answer is no,             . I never once asked her how you felt and what you said about me. And you know why?
Because I never honestly cared. 


Enjoy this public entry, because it's the last one that I will ever write about you.

momentous   (adjective)
significant or important. 
see vital.





more like bullshit to me. 

ill just have to wait and see.