School's finally over, and that has lifted so much stress of my shoulders.
Let's see, I'll be out of town for about a week after Christmas, because of this stupid trip to San
Antonio I'm going on, one I don't even really wanna go on.
"For once in such a long ass time, I'm happy."
~Me (last journal entry)
HAHA, yeah right. In fact, I think I am just as far away from happy as possible. I don't know
what the hell is wrong with me. I want things to be better, and I hope they will be eventually, but I don't really know
anymore.
I'm told things will come together in time, but it just hurts more than ever. I don't know what to
compare how I feel to, I usually come up with some sort of metaphor for it, but for this I can't.
Maybe time does heal all wounds, or other people rooting for you does make a difference. I don't
know what the hell is wrong wtih me, and I doubt anything good is in my future. I just really really hope, someone or something
will prove me wrong.
Mood: Depressed
Music: Puddle of Mudd-Blurry
