its not you, it's just the freudian escape mechanism of transferrance
trying to concentrated on finals, having a really hard time
this is starting to sound like my xanga.. but i guess i have no choice since its how i'm feeling right now
don't know what i should say to him. i don't know what i want to do. i want someone to convince me that i should. is this exactly where you'd like me?
why wasn't last night any fun for me? i'd rather sleep on a couch, not even because i had a lot to drink... the people there, the whole environment, it's different. it's not like the old parties.
i've had absolutely no desire to eat as of late. i kinda forced myself to go grocery shopping today... making some soup. chicken/chana masala.. white rice. didn't really know how to deal with the masala, but just did tomatoes, garam masala, lots of garlic, onion, pepper, cumin, chili powder...
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