So lately I’ve found myself to be highly stressed out with the new lifestyle as well as sorta’ liking and sorta’ hating classes that I’m currently taking. The ones I’m learning stuff right now I’m like yay, the one’s I’m not I’m sorta’ like…can I leave now….? I hope my teachers don’t think I’m an asshole or something. But this is one mound of stress.

Then there’s the stress of just adapting to some people as well as the drama that new people are bringing into my life, and knowing me, I try to take care of everyone. So I get a little more stressed out.

But mostly, I’m stressing out because of my relationship with Brandon. It’s been rocky, shaky, and needed to get electrocuted last night in order to bring it back to life. I was so close to breaking it off, and now I’m just totally confused and fucked.

HOLY HELL! So now I’ve turned to the sin that my mother and father have…smoking. Within the last two days I’ve smoked 8 cigarettes, 3 last night and 5 tonight. Like…wow. When I start, I start hard eh?

Please, oh please, do not let this become an addiction.