There are so many things that I wish would change for you. I agree that your life has been filled with too much shit, and because of that, wouldn't you rather wait? This is me, on my hands and my knees, pleading with you to keep trying until something goes right. You're beautiful, a fucking genius, and kinder than most. You're one of the few friends who I would fight for. I would fight for you to live happily just one day, so you could know what it feels like.

On that depressed note, I'm done with my senior project. Now I'm just freaking out in anticipation of my grade. Arghhh, will it never be finished?

I think I've lost weight. I feel so torn. Excitement and despair, a couple and a pair.