There’s this one class, Fashion Styling Principles, that I was really looking forward to this semester.. But she’s teaching something completely off of what I expected. I hate going to that class or even thinking about it. Sigh.

And I’m starting to feel like it’s not worth it… 

You’re doing exactly what you said you’d never do. 

My instincts are always on point. 

I wanna take the easy way out. Why is that so hard to do?

This is tiring.

And so the struggle begins…

What an emotional day. Pooped. 

This is what happens when I have no one to talk to.

I wish I was more motivated to fight for this. 

Drove an hour and a half today, for Sharon to visit Anthony for 5 minutes. Impulsive but enjoyable car ride. But.. There’s only so much I can do to keep my mind off things. I’ll always end up back in this room, where my thoughts eat me alive. 

I need money management. 

I hate when people go in my room without my permission. One of my biggest pet peeves. And ESPECIALLY if they touch something and don’t put it back where it was.