nostalgia.

still. so. sick.

I’ve spent my night working on a speech on Gandhi, sooo tired now. Not even finished, but I’m going to sleep anyways.

every 10 minutes, I get even more pissed for some reason. fuck fuck fuck. I am seriously sooo sick of today!

The betsey Johnson Socks I got for alison were perfectly wrapped under the tree waiting for her, and the fucking dog chewed the box up D: I’m so pissed.

I am about to cry.

Everything is going wrong.

I’m already stressed about christmas, and my mom just asked me to make a list of a couple inexpensive things I would like for christmas. And I can’t even bare to do that, I feel so guilty even thinking about what I would ask for, my mom hasn’t been payed in 5 weeks. I seriously hated thinking about what I wanted, there are things I want, but I just want to save up money for my mac. So after I finished talking to my mom, I wanted to cry, so I went to my room, called Nick, and tried not to cry, and it was terribly hard. Then, to make it worse, I went back out to the kitchen to make some tea, and my mom told me I needed to get the scar on my leg fixed, and I just about broke down in tears, cause it’s such a touchy subject for me.

So now, I have no drive to do anything. I’m just curled up in bed watching Away We Go.