I sometimes wonder whether I'll ever find someone who I can get along with for more than 2 weeks. I'm beginning to think not. You'd have to be psychic, along with sweet and good-looking (C'mon now, a girl can wish, right??). Psychic... Oy. Or just be willing to communicate at all. *shakes head* Yeah... I don't think so. I'm going to be a cat-lady. You know, the old woman who lives in the shack with her 80 or so cats?? Yeah, now you got it.

It's the end of the semester, thank God. I am so ready to just throw my hands up and give up, I always know when the semester is coming to an end. I get so careless. I jsut can't be bothered to CARE anymore. I'm so tired of everything!

I always want to go home, because home is where things are supposed to be good, right? where the bad shit is supposed to go away. So, how come when I walk up the front stairs, I wish I could turn around and run back home. Yes, home. As in Narragansett, with boys who torture me and make me cry, homework that confuses and annoys me, and no mommy to go running to when I have a bad day. What happened to my home!? Where has it gone?! At this rate, the snowbank is looking like an adequate place to rest my head- at least I would ahve bigger worries than this headache that is threatening to rip my skull in two. At least dad is driving me home... I hope nothing bad happens between now and then.