Last Night

• I was ready to drop out. I'm literally on the edge of giving up.
• I need a new pack of cigarettes. I always vow to quit. "This is my last pack" "this is my last smoke" I know I'm constantly lying.
• I need to write an analysis paper on something that didn't have an impact on me. gross.
• I need to write two essays on Existentialism. I might throw up if I try to do that.. so.. no.
• I also have to get ready for pledging tonight. Being pledge-mistress and all, I probably should be on top of that shit.
• Ugh. I give up.
• My tics are back and I feel like they'll never go away. I hate them. I hate myself that I have them. I hate everything about them.