I'm trying not to have an anxiety attack.
I didn't go to the gym today. And it's taking every fiber of my being to just sit here and not go. I'm TIRED. I feel like crap. During French today, I wanted to slap "Chprof" (Chef + Prof, he likes to cook. Cute, huh?) just so he would SHUT THE FUCK UP and let us go! Read More »
look at the tree. look how it grows. from just one seed, something so small. it forms strong roots, long branches, grows leaves to make it distinct, identifiable. it is not perfect, but it is beautiful in its imperfection. nothing can tear it down. Read More »
July 2000: Read More »
I'm exhausted. But in that did-a-lot-during-the-day, need-to-just-chill-out kind of tired. Not sleepy-because-it-sucks-being-awake kind of tired. The family decided we needed a DAY! OF! BONDING! so we went to UNIVERSAL STUDIOS HOLLYWOOD ("The Entertainment Capital of LA!"--I swear to God, had I heard that saying ONE MORE fucking time, there would've been casualties). Read More »
My throat is burning like a piece of black pavement on a 100 degree day. Ouch. But you know what is (morbidly) exciting? I've realized I have mastered the art of silent puking. I always wondered how people could get away with it, while I always seemed to get caught. Then, I realized, sound is everything. Read More »
As I write, my parents are putting together my bed from my place in San Diego in this room that we're turning into my granny's room.
So, it is possibly conceivable that I may have my own room tonight. Which is pretty exciting. I want to paint my room, get a new comforter, and just redo the whole thing. Read More »
Out of curiosity, I took an online screening for several psychological disorders through my school's counseling page. My test results suggested I likely suffered from anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder, and an eating disorder and that I should seek professional help/ assessment immediately. Read More »
