The biggest waste of a person ever.
Jun 14, 2009 Author: Crystal | Filed under: Academics, England, Personal CharacterThis week is my final week in Oxford, and what am I doing? I am not studying for my final exam on Thursday, I am not writing my research paper due on Tuesday, I am not spending my last few days exploring the city in which I will never again have the chance to be a student, I am not taking my last chances to hang out with my Oxford friends, I am not bonding with my Stanford housemates….
I am spending all day holed up in my room feeling sorry for myself. Crystal, you never get enough sleep, take a break today, you can work tomorrow after you’ve gotten a nice rest. That’s what I told myself yesterday. Crystal, you should call your ex-boyfriend. I know you feel worse every time after talking to him, but this time it will be different. Maybe this time he will actually care about you. In fact, he probably misses you a lot more than you think.
If someone else were born instead of me, that person would be so much more productive, well-liked, and prettier. She would actually do something with herself. She wouldn’t be me.
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4 Responses for "The biggest waste of a person ever."
That’s a load of nonsense. I can’t say that about your ex, but certainly it’s not true of you.
Do you think you’re dreading leaving Oxford? Sometimes we just all need a weekend of doing nothing. Consider it taking care of yourself rather than being unproductive. I hope you’re feeling more positive soon.
hey, ex boy friend may be that co dependency that you had for a real long time or this little thing left you miserable. I personally depend on a lot of people to make me happy. depression has nothing to with being productive. you do what you have to do. and we go do it. obviously you’re in a place where things are being done the short way. do you thing a girl or should i say a mature women get demoted the short way for cutting the corner off her desk. you’re real. not some clowned up half ass of scent of a women. oxford degree and only knows how to look good. get the job done. this may be late. in reply to this blog.
me I myself have depression as well i’ll admit it. my cousin was murdered on the night i went awol to have a beer at his place. ya canadian beer too. there is something lost gained neutral it’s what the most of it. fake ass hoes that know how to get a fake ass degree. write poetry. i’ll publish it. deep dark down about deception. i’ll help you give a correction to your looks by all means.(while limited supply last).
second time on the same depressant. i did this a home but i talk myself up in the mirror. get that really positive feeling from all the complaments i gave myself and sank back down but….. i noticed this avid description that was really irritating me about something. this hospital that i stayed in for a while is 80 some years old. like clanck itty clack clack goes the hot water heater. age………so i muscled my self off gave it a bit of attitude. shit i listen to me good.
by the way it’s called positive afermation. and stop looking for the comfermation please. it will do you some good. oh man my cousin did it all the time.
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