Thursday, January 14, 2010


I'm through. I'm through with whining, I'm through with crying, I don't give a rat's ass about my sorry self. I'm pretty sure people are annoyed with me just as I am. I growing a pair and dealing with life. Fix these huge potholes in the road and file down the bumps. Life will be good, and dare I say, I'm not going to let myself get in the way. Life's too short. I have friends. I'm not losing them. I have love. I'm not losing him. There is a balance. I'm going to find it. I think I failed my French mid-term, no lie. I think I got my permit, though.