I feel like that I have so much to say, but none of my thoughts have been coherent enough to publish.

Why is it that when something royally aweful happens, more crap seems to follow? When it rains it POURS. I need to center my being. I need to get away from the failures and crap. I need to relax. I need to be me. I need....nothing and everything.

My minor car accident is costing us money.

My car is messy.

Finals are coming.

I lost my glasses.

I lost my friend.

I messed up my drama performance.

My room is messy.

I wish the world would just bend over so I can KICK ITS ASS.

I can live with the fact that I cannot please everyone, but I cannot, however, live with the fact that I hurt someone.