May 2011
8 posts
Even when I forgave you, I was hoping we’d meet again so I can punch your face in. In reality, I don’t want any bit of my future to even remotely have anything to do with you. Suck a dick.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
As if I could be any more stressed than I have been the last couple of weeks from all non-school related issues, I’m somehow managing 14 hours a day in a window-less laboratory 5 times a week. The scary part of that is that it’s ok. Even scarier than that is knowing that this’ll be over in a year, instead of four.
It really doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.
“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn’t love you anymore.”
—Lady Gaga (via kari-shma)
