February 2012
7 posts
15
I think I stopped writing on this when I started to care about what other people thought about me. I don’t know exactly when that was, but this time last year…I think I wrote quite a bit. I’m not sure. But something changed, and I’m always saying that now. The whole, “I don’t know what happened,” or, “I don’t remember when xyz started to...
If I could be anywhere
right now, I’d be in my car, last year, or in sixth grade in a classroom. I miss that comfort—sitting in my car while the weather was shitty in the morning, and listening to music. Maybe talk with a friend or try to do homework as fast as possible. Sometimes I’d ditch and just sit in my car, or I’d drive somewhere. And with grade…I don’t remember why I liked...
11:43
I need to get the fuck out of here, I’m tired of staying inside and wasting nice days sitting in the same room doing nothing. I can either sit here and bask in hypochondriasis, or get out and forget about all these bad things.
Attempt
I really think I’d trade an arm and leg if it meant I’d never get a headache again. Having daily headaches, and these weekly (sometimes bi-weekly) migraine attacks that last up to three, sometimes four days (surprise! I’m on day 2.5 of this crippling, literally blinding (or at least the precursor was) migraine) is ruining everything.
Increasing with every two weeks that it...
January 2012
2 posts
assholes.
I hope you get important things stolen from you a few times in your life, just so you know how it feels. It just blows my mind—how someone can go on, guilt-free, after doing something like that.
My brain is melting
December 2011
14 posts
COOL.
“Anything you can do I can do later.”
– Procrastinators of the World (via dacattack)
cabin fever
I’ve been in this 12 ft. by 15 ft. dorm for too long. Haven’t gone to classes in days, doing nothing. And when I say nothing, I mean browsing the internet maybe, and lying down, unable to sleep. Sitting is probably the best activity of the day.
Oh and I made rice in Devin’s mini rice cooker thing. I was washing the rice in one of the sinks, and some girl walked in and looked at...
“I’m fucking cold like a DQ Blizzard,”
with nothing-but-earth-depth expressionless half disdain and half mournful lamentation of pain.
November 2011
23 posts
@liarliaralwaystired
more like liarliarsupposedtobedoinghomeworkbuti’montumblrinstead
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6 tags
What the fuck.
ASDFGHJKL;
so excited. Hopefully plans will actually fall through.
Sorry for all the reblogs. Tonight is Julia’s stomach vs. vicodin round 2, hopefully it will actually do what it’s supposed to do, instead of making the pain I initially took it for sound 10x better than feeling sick.
I don’t even know if that makes sense. I really just don’t want to throw up, and I really just want to be comfortable. Maybe sleep AND wake up feeling good....
Anonymous asked: yes, you do that to everyone. atleast to me especially. hurts doesnt it?
Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
I think I’d enjoy my life better if writing that over and over again was all I had to do.
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go. Or, everywhere to go, but no...
I just want someone to hold my hand through all of this. I’m fucking terrified. It seems I only have people to drink with, or just don’t care. Or maybe I need to deal with this by myself, like a normal person would.
5 tags
Oh, okay.
You could just ignore me. Or not answer my questions, or not reply to a question via TEXT of all things, or not answer semi-important phone calls. That’s okay. Enjoy yourself, it’s not like it’s making me sad or anything.
Julia finally gets a taste of her own medicine.
I hate myself. I’m terribly sorry to anyone who I’ve done this to—who is probably...
Nostalgia
October 2011
17 posts
I wish, I wish, I wish.
too stressed.
