shits weak and same as always. I sound like a pessimist on here because I only type on this thing when I hate myself. Today is one of those days. I'm sitting at the UOI in my dorms study lounge thinking about how I always get the short end of the stick. Truth is, I bring it upon myself. If I knew how to flirt with boys I wouldn't have a problem getting a boyfriend. Atleast that's what Mitch told me this past weekend when he was wasted. If I only knew what flirting meant... KIDDING. I know what it issssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. I just don't know how to do it. Today, Katie tells me Matt W asked for her number. I've only been talking about how cute he is since summer. . . . Is it just me or does she get EVERY guy I want. My last post on here was about how my guy crush probably liked her. Guess what? He did. He told me so just two days after that last post and boy did it make for one hellish of a summer after that. It was complete bullshit. And now she has a boyfriend and she still manages to make every boy like her more.


On a completely separate note, my problems are miniscule. Brandons brother just got shot and killed a few days ago and here I am ranting about my dumb problems. And yet I can't help but still be depressed and struggle struggle struggle. I need to stop.