So all this Chilean Visa Consulate stuff would be fine if I was going to be in the U.S. to get it but now it looks like I will already have left for Ecuador (with my passport)  which means I have to spend mad bank to get into the country without a visa….I SUCKKK.

Too stressed to deal~going running.

You know at this point I’d settle for my dad’s struggle bus Spanish.

2nd generation problems~

WORD IS STILL TELLING ME INTSERCTIONALITY ISN’T A REAL WORD GET WITH IT YOU MISOGYNISTIC PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY JEEZ

I hate my neighborhood. It’s filled with rich snobby beautiful people.

My hatred for them doesn’t consume me,
it’s merely an annoyance that rises to the surface whenever I am home. 

These people I’ve known all my life and still can’t stand, it’s a breath of fresh air that none of us go to the same university but breaks such as summer and winter we’re all STILL in the same area, as if I can run away to New York all I want but still my parents house is close to theirs…and by default at times I am still close to them…which I loathe. 

Guys I specifically walked past Slocum today…uh.

but when I thought about it it made more sense, than the quad.I guess its worse that I was too eager to walk that way. 

HE JUST ASKED ABOUT HOW I EAT. 

AND NOW THIS IS WHERE IT ALL FALLS APART. 

CRASH AND BURNN….SPIRALING……

isaacjohn:

I can’t get out of bed today. Someone come bring me some mexican food from texas? please? oh, and a gallon of sweet tea.

My floor is a ghost town. We don’t talk to each other, or acknowledge the others existence except for dear Colleen and Lizzie who I thankfully knew from last year. 

I mean I get that we’re all sophomores, we all have our own friends, but I’ve always been the kind of person who enjoys saying hi to the inhabitants of my surroundings, and maybe that’s just too much to expect out of everyone. 

Dang. (Deh-ng.)

Uh. I love you? So many people here that I had forgotten I love. Home is filled with people I love, but here it’s different. We create our own families of friends. And I love them. Except for making friends as a sophomore instead of a freshman. That sucks balls.