finch

so after i was once again lost faith in the human race and decided that i hate people, i cried a lot, ate some cake and got the damn closest thing to 'i'm proud of you' that i can ever remember getting. (i seriously can't remember anyone saying that to me since i was 14. and by anyone i mean family and whatnot.) and now i feel a bit better, although my eyes are gonna be swollen as hell tomorrow. oh, well.

i have to be up at like 7 tomorrow. sigh.

i love my so-called life. i want to own the entire series. i will, as soon as i can afford it. which might be awhile...but i love it.

that moment when jordan takes angela's hand in the hall for the very first time....man oh, man. i want a moment like that. when somebody who i've wanted for so long finally realizes and admits he cares for me. nothing has to be said. just a small gesture like that, like taking my hand. that's what life's all about, at least when i'm feeling optimistic.

odd, isn't it? even when i'm not numbering my entry i still write it like i am. oh, well. old habits die hard or some crazy thing like that.

my head hurts. my head hurts way too often.

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