College is sort of hard. But not really. I don't know... I need a job, like bad. I need gas and cigarettes 'cause they make my world go 'round and the lack thereof is saddening. Food, I don't need so much anymore. Drugs would be great too, I've been straight for like a week and it's not pretty(but I think I'm acting normal now which scares me)...Mine should have some today. Maybe? You know, people say I don't really express my emotions to them. Like, I love Jamie but I don't really say it that much(or talk at all for that matter)but I really, really, [really] do. D' use to say that too and I'm just sorry but you all usually fuck me over after you know how I feel. Excessively. Happily. Argh. In other news, I'm going to kill Anthony the fagot because he thinks he can screw me out of 20 bucks and I'm not going to get them back? I didn't get my vodka so give me back my money you know. A group of us are going to find him today. Not that I need a group but fags and fat chicks have a tendency to be (a HELL of a lot) bigger than me, considering I'm a 100 pound nothing. And I'd like a show when I get my money back.