The stuff life's made of

When you break up with the girl of your dreams, its hard to get over. For me, Alex was everything I dreamed of. Everything was perfect. She told me she loved me. I believed her, because I loved her in return. But why does something so seamlessly perfect have to end? I blame it on Catherine. I hate that bitch. And I think my religion can condone this hate I have built toward, because she is mormon. And mormons are the enemy of God. And sense God and me are pals (most of the time) it would make sense for me to be enemies with his enemies. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm sure rational Jeremy will step out any minute now and say everything's gonna be alright. But for some reason, I'm still scared.

Why am I afraid to meet new people this time?

School and that other stuff

I fucking hate this week. Every year this week is like a kick in the balls. All I want to do is sit and fucking play with myself, but no, never around this time. In the last two weeks I had to fucking finish my externship, finish my trigonometry course, work on my fucking eagle scout stuff, and I still have to fucking study for finals on top of having to do at least 4 more pieces of art for AP Studio Art. It never fucking ends! I don't know what I'm going to do. On top of having all this shit, those dumb fucks at my work we sometimes refer to as "managers" scheduled me for a fucking 8 hour shift! Not just any shift, where I can utilize some of my day time to get things accomplished, but the worst fucking shift of all: 1:30 to 10 pm. What the fuck? That's fucking retarded! You don't fucking need people at fucking 1:30 in the afternoon, all the 11 o'clock people should be there all fucking ready. And why should I fucking have to stay until 10 fucking o'clock? I don't fucking understand it. 1:30 is to early to start a project because you can't accomplish anything, and if I get home at 10 all I do is watch tv and go to bed. I FUCKING HATE THEM! Ugh... What are you gonna fucking do?