Who was it that said "you can't go home again"? Maybe they were right, at least this is true in my case. I sincerely believe if I never spent another weekend with my parents and little brother everyone would be happier. I had been home twenty minutes before I reverted to an eleven year old again - and sixteen dollars worth of chinese food later I was bending over throwing up every last bit of it for the next hour and a half.
Since moving out of my parents' house however I think I've become much more healthy. Well, that is true in some respects.
University seems to help me keep myself focused. I'm not sure why though. Perhaps because I have more to do or maybe due to being away from them. M. and I had a slight realtionship. M. got obsessive and I broke it off. M. can't let go and thus I seem to have acquired a stalker. The situation appears to have died down now, I can only hope. In the meantime, my grades managed to suffer in the two or three (I can't even tell anymore) weeks worth of maddness.
I should go do some work now to help those grades from slipping further.
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Tragic the Pixie @ 10/05/2004 04:25:00 PM
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