Business school. Blink 182. Bruins. Fashion. Punk. Life.
full time spreadsheet nerd.
some friends and I are supposed to be going to my home for the weekend
I told them I wanted to leave at 5:30, 6 the latest and earlier than that if possible so we could get some dinner before the fucking bruins game
It’s 5:37 now and they aren’t even back on campus yet.
respect my fucking time and my fucking family.
its not like they dont know that disrespecting my time is one of the things that I hate the most.
I am so upset with people right now.
this whole year at college thus far has been emotionally draining. I haven’t been able to sleep in my own room for the past 3 nights, and I most likely wont be able to again for another 2. I feel so bad crashing on my friends floor. this is miserable. I know that crying wont get me anywhere but I am just so lost and confused in this situation.
Why yes, yes I am.
consume 1 liter of “soup”
YES. I listen to “regular people music” (adele, rap, pop, ke$ha, ect) while there are people in the room who don’t know my secrets.
THEN THEY LEAVE AND THE PUNK ROCK AND METAL COME OUT TO PLAY.