And I hate having to always have an opinion. Sometimes I actually don't have one and want to go with the flow.

I just want to be able to say "I want [this], and I want it [time and/or place]." And not worry about the consequences. Or how I'll be perceived. But, I care about what others think of me.

UGH. Frustration is my name this semester.

Today in my Ethics class my professor gave us a writing prompt. He said to image we were 90 years old and start with these few words and write the essay.

( When I look back upon my life... )

Boys are stupid. But I'm stupider.
Fuck. They always win.

 Awkward conversation todayyy. Had to be done, though. And more to come. Oy vey.
Anyway, Natalie is a doll.

In other news...
How do these cracked out addicts find love and not me?
Intervention, man... opens my  eyes to all kinds of crazy.

I wish I was the type of person who spoke my mind when I'm angry with someone. Or upset. Whatever.

I wish I was the type of person who trusted others.


Sometimes I really hate the people that made me who I am.