A new start. Skip the bullshit, and pull down the curtains.

I didn't think I'd need this again. But this time, it's not a little gallery of makeshift art. I claim this space to be my pond. A pond I can pour everything--my soul, my thoughts, and my ambitions...my sorrow--into, and not worry about its appearance to others. I don't need to dress it up, polish it head to toe, and present it in a spotlight. No-fucking-sir! It's me time. Sure, I don't have nearly as bad problems as many others, but who says I'm strong enough to take them as it is?

Now for a venting session:
I hold back to be polite, to respect others as much as I can. Is it too much to ask for people to be gentlemen and ladies? All I see, cocky upperclassmen thinking they're the shit (no lie, they really fucking do) when all they have is a huge ego with nothing to show. Think you guys are so tough? You guys are all talk, morons. Loud mouths make you look like fucking monkeys you stupid fucks. Got damn males can't control their testosterone, frickin imbecils. And you girls flirt with every possible guy you can. Cool it down, you're too touchy to be trusted. Changing sides in the blink of an eye, you girls can't make up your fucking mind. Give us guys straight answers, don't dance around it after one thing and act like nothing happened. And take my advice, keep your venting in a blog like this, b/c I'm sure it's better for you. Just slapping it everywhere you go makes you seem like a drama queen who can't control herself, as well as depressing yourself. And c'mon give me a break, I gave up something close to me for you. I thought you'd make the effort to get close to me; I seriously thought we could really click. But if we're never going to take the time, to make the effort, how is it going to work? You're making me go through the same frustration, the same uncertainty, the same PARANOIA AS BEFORE. It's driving me CRAZY.

Don't get me started on what I used to be able to do..I got lazy, it's my fault anyway. My willpower to get things done, *poof*
Oh, the things I'd do to get it back.

Enough for the first day, I've just about exhausted myself. Time to do homework I'd say.