I’m all weak-kneed over a man that I don’t even know but I think is as fucked up as I am, which inevitably means we could never get along because we’d both kill ourselves after wallowing in each other’s misery for too long. And he has a girlfriend. And I spend all week looking forward to Thursday so we can yell at each other in class and I can accuse him of being sexist and he can accuse me of being stupid.

It’s stupid, but I am 95% sure I just met someone who is perfect for me, but in all the wrong ways.

SP just told me that when we met, I was drinking coffee and acted like this (of course, he doesn’t know that I’m also pining away for douchebag from HBE that I keep telling him about). I stopped, and I was fine, and now that I’ve started again, I am a wreck, bouncing off the walls with nervous energy and acting like a heart-less bitch. But I don’t think I can make it through this semester (read: my life) without drugs. Going to go to the doctor and try to get a ritalin prescription, soon. 3.75 GPA doesn’t keep itself up.