Today pic... Just before going to college
Yeah... I'm a short girl. u.u
I hate having to wear those shirts... A uniform!
It's so tough being a psychologist. You have to be careful with everything... be careful with your posture, your gestures, your facial expressions (know the moment when you're alowed to laugh or something)... be careful not to tell things about yourself (the patient is not a friend, you know)...be careful with rings, necklaces, the clothes you wear... Oh, and, of course: "hide your tattoos, will you?"
Sometimes I don't feel like being myself.
And at this very moment, I have a heartache.
BlablablaI'msosadblablablaIneedahug.
Well... Enough of this. Tomorrow is a new day and I hope to get up feeling better.
[EDITED: AUG 8, 8:30pm]
Nope... No sleeping last night... Not feeling better. I was quite a zombie at college today.
There's this costume party I'd like so much to go on Thursday. I have no time to find me a costume. My clothes won't do either... I mean, nothing that I could use to make one. And I know that tomorrow I'm going to hear lots of mean things from friends... They just don't have the sensibility to ask why.
I don't go out for a party like, one year or something... And when I want to go... I just won't. 'Cause I don't have a fucking costume.
And I had to hear lots of things like "you can use your own clothes and go dressed as a prostitute"... So, they think I dress like a whore. Cool.
I'm so so so pissed off.
And I miss a person so much... and today (after almost a month without speaking to each other for personal reasons - his personal reasons) he just tells me that will be "away" for some more days...
I'm tired of being alone.
Clich moment: if there's a fucking God, then He fucking hates me.
But... nevermind. I'm just angry and sad...feeling that every fucking thing that I really want, turns into nothing...
And when I feel something, it usually is intense.
Oh, I'll just shut up!
Yeah... I'm a short girl. u.u
I hate having to wear those shirts... A uniform!
It's so tough being a psychologist. You have to be careful with everything... be careful with your posture, your gestures, your facial expressions (know the moment when you're alowed to laugh or something)... be careful not to tell things about yourself (the patient is not a friend, you know)...be careful with rings, necklaces, the clothes you wear... Oh, and, of course: "hide your tattoos, will you?"
Sometimes I don't feel like being myself.
And at this very moment, I have a heartache.
BlablablaI'msosadblablablaIneedahug.
Well... Enough of this. Tomorrow is a new day and I hope to get up feeling better.
[EDITED: AUG 8, 8:30pm]
Nope... No sleeping last night... Not feeling better. I was quite a zombie at college today.
There's this costume party I'd like so much to go on Thursday. I have no time to find me a costume. My clothes won't do either... I mean, nothing that I could use to make one. And I know that tomorrow I'm going to hear lots of mean things from friends... They just don't have the sensibility to ask why.
I don't go out for a party like, one year or something... And when I want to go... I just won't. 'Cause I don't have a fucking costume.
And I had to hear lots of things like "you can use your own clothes and go dressed as a prostitute"... So, they think I dress like a whore. Cool.
I'm so so so pissed off.
And I miss a person so much... and today (after almost a month without speaking to each other for personal reasons - his personal reasons) he just tells me that will be "away" for some more days...
I'm tired of being alone.
Clich moment: if there's a fucking God, then He fucking hates me.
But... nevermind. I'm just angry and sad...feeling that every fucking thing that I really want, turns into nothing...
And when I feel something, it usually is intense.
Oh, I'll just shut up!
nursejill:
I am short also. want to kiss 
nemesis:
Yeah, next week is when we start moving things, right now we're packing and cleaning stuff we don't want out. Im very excited about the move but also very very nervous. Going to a completely new place where you don't know anyone is pretty scary.