Utter failure

I just want to go home. Pub night only made shit worse. I hate it here. I want to go home... I just want to see all of my friends again... why does everything have to be so fucked up?

I tried to make friends tonight, I really did. But it's so hard the only person that came up to me instead of me having to go up to them... you know what she said? The fucking bitch asked me "Where's your sleazy shirt?!"

I'm just glad I didn't fucking punch her out. I managed to tell her; "I'm not a sleaze," but she kept pressing the matter.

Why the fuck does everything here have to suck. All the guys don't socialize with girls, unless they "want" something from them. And we all know what that is. So that rules out my preferred group of friends.
And all the "girls" don't like you if you're not a fucking skank.

So where the hell do I fit in?

Fucking nowhere.


I wanna go home. I never want to have to come back here again. Everthing is so fucked up. I just wanna go home, to my friends, my family, to everything that's familiar. I want to see my puppy; I want to have him sleep on my bed again. Fuck, I just want a bed that isn't fucking rock hard.

I hate my classes. I hate the people here (they hate me more, it seems). I hate the food. And I hate how fucking miserable I feel.

I just want to go home.

I want to put all this behind me.

I'm going to go take a shower and then go to bed. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning, what with only 2 hours of classes for tomorrow and Pete's stag and doe tomorrow night.


And Travis, I'm not sure what you were thinking about that I was thining about, so I can't take either piece of advice you offered. Because I don't know what the hell you were thinking. I barely even know what I was thinking.

MSN me tomorrow, maybe. We might as well talk. I've got fucking no one else to talk to.