Nostalgia sucks.

Damn. Tomorrow I'm out of this overrated, overpriced, incredibly white and bare apartment. 404. Ya know what...it makes me sad. Tomorrow is actually today. It's almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon and the only thing I am thinking about is how I do not want to write my paper. And how first semester was bomb. And how second semester was enlightening. Dang. Gets me.

I am so sad. Because I messed up and failed my classes and I messed up and lied to my parents...and I lie too much. And I'm leaving here so there goes the "distance makes the heart grow fonder crap." And I've been an ass lately. Probably because shit in me...just desensitized or whatever...I guess. Or how I just suck. I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep until I'm done with that damn paper. I suckkkkkkkk

Tonight we were just out...Happy bday Mama Lou...on the 30th haha. I just thought, damn the best year ever. Scholastic year, that is, not in the scholastic aspect though. More of the LIFE one. The one that doesn't get you money, but gets you happy. I never knew how many memories I have....or never considered it. How many inside jokes and how many new friends I made. Wow. Man, I'm so emotional. I want to sleep, but I can't.

Well I'm gonna start it, and in the morning I guess I'm going to sleep until 10, then I'm going to wake up and shower and then throw shit in my car and write the rest of my paper. I'll see you when I see you.