December 2011
17 posts
I put a mask on my face
and left it on for the recommended amount of time, forgot about it, and then got up and looked in a mirror. I almost screamed, I was so terrified that someone else was in my mirror HAHAHAH.
It’s kind of depressing seeing those guys you used to talk to but never got anywhere with. But now, all of a sudden, they’re in a relationship a little while after you stopped talking. And you start to think, was I just not good enough?
I didn’t really realize what a big deal getting in to University of Chicago was until my mom read out the rankings to me and I told my counselor that I got in. I honestly had no idea it was the 9th university in the world, above Columbia, above MIT, above Yale and Berkeley. It makes me feel better about getting to McGill, and it gives me the idea that I could have a chance of getting in to...
I found myself on my way to his house after my doctors appointment today, by chance or perhaps my subconscious was boiling to the surface. No matter what it was though, I kept telling myself what I’ve been telling myself for the past few weeks. Or more like questioning — why care about someone who doesn’t give a shit about you?
UChicago makes it 5 for 5.
Getting more nervous day by day.
Mom, dad, you already made my day start off...
So don’t keep barging in to my room while I’m trying to push all my anger down and keep making it even worse. Just leave me the hell alone for the rest of the day. Not everything I say is snotty, I’m just so tired of your shit.
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4 for 4 right now.
Gotta say I’m pretty satisfied right now, but that rejection has to come sooner or later…
I wish I could bring my journal to school so I could write down what I’m thinking right after something happens instead of waiting until I get home to vent and get my thoughts out. But I’m too scared that someone will find it and read it. How unfortunate.
I haven’t been posting a lot because I’ve actually been writing in my journal fairly regularly, which I’m really happy about. For those of you who know me really well, after that hour phone call with an old friend while I cried my heart out, I’ve felt more empowered and overall…better. I’m not the same girl yet, I probably never will be after what happened and...
How can you make my good days bad when you’re not even here?
My knee is acting up, I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk around during the Christmas parade for the entire night. I guess I’ll just arm myself with a hoard of advil or ibuprofen.