I'm So Sick

Today was such a long day, and this paper I'm trying to write just makes it feel so much more endless. All I want is sleep, but I have to get this done in order to go out to see a movie tomorrow night.

Lifting for track today killed all the muscles in my thighs; I really need to get into shape again, but I've been ignoring that for so long. Now that my weakness is in my face, I need to get stronger in order to prove myself.

I wish it could just be like a montage, without any legitimate work.
If I could just have my whole life be a montage until Spring Break, I would be sooo happy.

I really want to see my new house.

I Keep Telling Myself I'm Not the Desperate Type

I need to stop thinking about guys and just worry about all the other crap that's happening in my life...

I just joined track, so that is awesome. I can't wait to start throwing again because I was really starting to miss it. My dad got mad at me when I told him, saying that this is just another thing adding to my plate, but at least it's something I like.

My mom told me today that she would take me to VEGAS for my 21st birthday! Hopefully, it will happen. If not, I still love her for trying.

Underground
My coffee sits,
and in the corner
the wall drips.
I see the crack
where the leak has sprung.
I try to fix it,
but it is done.
I'm slowly drowning
in my own work.
Can you help me?
As I go berserk?