right on past 83rd street

i smell like syrup right now because i accidentally opened up V's syrup scented candle earlier. if you know me at all, you know how much i detest the scent of syrup. it makes me want to straight up vomit, gag, all of the above.

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i'm stressed because i've forgotten how to write a great analytical paper. where's wendy when i need her???

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increasingly disappointed with way too many people, things, and the way things turn out. it's discouraging. honestly surprised sometimes that i don't just give it up.

i don't appreciate the two-faced-ness of too many people i know, i don't appreciate the false support i'm getting from certain people, who, when i turn my back shake their heads "no" at the possibility of my succeeding.

i'm just not really into it.