pressed.

ugh get over it.
why do boys only want girls who pine to be broken and prey to be empty.
try not to save someone.
love someone who has substance and doesn't have to replace her insides with the pretense of depression.

i wish i was happy.

i am a can of soda. open. waiting to be drunk. im losing my fizz. i'm not his flavor.

wow so my last journal entry was on dec 18, 2005 that was a long time ago...figured there needed to be something new here.
it's finals week and i have one left, on friday. i am also sick so its hard to get through finals when u feel like shit and just want to sleep.
my life = a mess
but i mean could i handle a normal situation?
i think im destined to make life an adventure in every single way,
regular is not a word in my vocabulary.