Sometimes I want to just get completely shit-faced and I don’t think I should feel bad about that.
I would love to live more south than KY.
Being a nurse will be worth these six years of my life…right?
What happens if I don’t get in? How do I tell everyone that I wasn’t good enough?
Huber’s sounds like a lot of fun right now.
I’m ready to meet new people and do new things.
I don’t think Donnie and I are going to make it… Or maybe I’m just depressed in general, but I haven’t felt connected to him in weeks.
I need a hobby, something to be passionate about.

Essentially, it’s 2:22am and I’m awake in bed wondering why my life doesn’t feel right, while Donnie sleeps beside me, content.

August 6, 2011