it's been over two months since i've written in this thing, so i think it's about time.
i don't think i've ever felt so lonely in my life. i never thought this "journey" i decided to take would take such a toll on me. i wonder everyday if i made the right decision about moving here. i hate this place. i hate everything about it. i'd rather be stuck in the snow right now then go to the beach with someone who looks straight through me. i don't feel appreciated. i "never" clean up the kitchen. the apartment is a mess because I "never" clean up after myself. i should get stuff done after work because my job isn't as hard as your schooling is. screw you! there are times i can honestly say that i hate you!
what i'm doing for you means nothing. you say you understand but i promise you - you haven't got a clue!
