[feeling: bored] [wanting: graduation] So here I am. again. and again. typing emotions. Things are going so slow already. in this semester. I'm alone in all of my classes. No SEB. No PRD. No anything. missing them. bad. I'm letting all that useless crush shit go. Why hold on? Why make myself feel even more miserable than I already do? There is no need. to feed. this aching heart. PRD is history. He's one of many on my list. My list of momentary affection. It's a short list. but a powerful one. REJECTED BY THESE PEOPLE LIST. is what it should be called. Now I'm making myself laugh. for reasons i do not know. but i won't bother to ask. This is life. the definite meaning of terror. I'll be fine. and allright. and better. All in due time. Once my mind turns bitter and resentful towards someone, it usually feels better. And it's hard to turn back. In weeks I'll be obsessing over some other preppy-prick-with-blue-eyes. I have homework due today. damn. I don't feel like going to class at all. It's horrible out. the roads may be bad. I don't like the snow. I imagine that hell isn't a pit of fire, in my case it'll be some sink hole full of endlessly falling snow. Now that's pure hell. I don't feel like learning anymore. Or doing anymore. Proving my wisdom to these Professors of Thought. It's so tiresome. and boring to me. How shameful for me to feel this way. i know. But fuck it. I was never really one for enjoying paying attention in the first place. I must go and finish this homework. "If there's one thing I know, it's sadness." DFN.