I wish I didn’t care.
I’m not even surprised.
Just hurt.
Again.
Lonely.
Again.
Disappointed.
Again.
I don’t think I trust you anymore. That’s the worst part. I always had trust in you. Even in us, in some way. It’s totally gone now.
I would cry myself to sleep. But I have no more tears for you.
I don’t understand the paper I have to write for class. The instruction sheet/outline format is not helpful at all and I can’t figure out what in tarnation I am supposed to do.
I am not a happy camper right now. Guess I’ll do my best. :\
Here’s to hoping I don’t fail miserably.
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“So, why do you write such strong female characters?” Because you’re still asking me that question.
Because Joss Whedon is my God.
