Ugh.

Haven't done this since Jakob died.. I suppose I'll start again.

I'm not feeling too great emotionally. I'm grateful that physically I'm doing well.
Anyways, my boyfriend sure knows how to stick to his word and get under my skin. (Thanks for helping me out with my resume!)

Seriously, sometimes I wish I wasn't placed on this fucking horrible world.

Then again.. It's only horrible when I perceive it to be? Unless I'm just a realist. LOL.

I feel less than and uncomfortable. It takes 10 outfits for me to feel somewhat okay, and even then I force myself to leave my apartment and see the world.
And that word "apartment"... I fucking hate it. I feel poor. I hate going to my rich friends houses.
I hate seeing my friends leave to universities in different countries. I wish I could do that.. but I can't. I guess I'm just envious.
I need a new fucking job, this one's barely giving me hours.

Let's face it, I'm over reacting; my life's great. Ain't it fun when you can just rage and vent?

Time for a good ol' smoke.