But waitt... what do you mean trying to visit someone?
I don't wanna talk about it. I have this friend from a foreign country studying abroad there who I tried to go visit, and I asked her like a week in advance are you free...blah blah. She made it sound like she was, so I go along with another friend of mine and when we get there she's like "I have a finance meeting that lasts 5 hours, sorry I didn't tell you." So we say, okay, because she said let's get drinks after and wants to see me. Then she messages me later about how the meeting was going over time, and she didn't have time to see us. Needless to say I was pissed as ****. Just a waste of a bus trip, money and life.
I don't wanna talk about it. I have this friend from a foreign country studying abroad there who I tried to go visit, and I asked her like a week in advance are you free...blah blah. She made it sound like she was, so I go along with another friend of mine and when we get there she's like "I have a finance meeting that lasts 5 hours, sorry I didn't tell you." So we say, okay, because she said let's get drinks after and wants to see me. Then she messages me later about how the meeting was going over time, and she didn't have time to see us. Needless to say I was pissed as ****. Just a waste of a bus trip, money and life.
I don't wanna talk about it. I have this friend from a foreign country studying abroad there who I tried to go visit, and I asked her like a week in advance are you free...blah blah. She made it sound like she was, so I go along with another friend of mine and when we get there she's like "I have a finance meeting that lasts 5 hours, sorry I didn't tell you." So we say, okay, because she said let's get drinks after and wants to see me. Then she messages me later about how the meeting was going over time, and she didn't have time to see us. Needless to say I was pissed as ****. Just a waste of a bus trip, money and life.
That bitch was gone SEE ME, whether she wanted to or not.
That bitch was gone SEE ME, whether she wanted to or not.
I refuse to waste coins for no reason.
I should've. I still want to see her obviously, but she has to come visit me next time, so I can make for damn sure this doesn't happen to me again. I hate being left holding a bag of ****, especially when I brought someone else down with me. IDK why she thought I was coming there otherwise, when the first thing I told her is that I want to come to visit YOU.
I only applied to 2 schools (University of Central Florida & Florida State) and got accepted to both.
I didn't feel good enough to apply to more, and didn't wanna go through the heartbreak.
Thank you so much
I also felt similarly but I still applied to those schools (especially U.Va and Cornell which is an Ivy League school).
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Awww major congrats to all of you with University acceptances + scholarships!!! So happy for you!!
Woot woot!
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I don't wanna talk about it. I have this friend from a foreign country studying abroad there who I tried to go visit, and I asked her like a week in advance are you free...blah blah. She made it sound like she was, so I go along with another friend of mine and when we get there she's like "I have a finance meeting that lasts 5 hours, sorry I didn't tell you." So we say, okay, because she said let's get drinks after and wants to see me. Then she messages me later about how the meeting was going over time, and she didn't have time to see us. Needless to say I was pissed as ****. Just a waste of a bus trip, money and life.
Speaking of schools, I need to start applying for grad schools or look for a job, cause I WOULD be graduating this semester and even though I'm not anymore....
Speaking of schools, I need to start applying for grad schools or look for a job, cause I WOULD be graduating this semester and even though I'm not anymore....
Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
I just took one less class than I needed to for several semesters. So while I'm finishing my major this semester, I still have core classes/the credit requirement that I need to finish.
Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
I just took one less class than I needed to for several semesters. So while I'm finishing my major this semester, I still have core classes/the credit requirement that I need to finish.
Was that intentional? When do you think you'll be finished getting the rest of your credits?
FSU was my backup, just in case my heart was robbed from my chest.
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Y'all.. I've returned but I can not begin to explain the terror that I have gone through in the past month. It all began with Sissy picking me up in her car- she said we were gonna go out, open off the Bacardi and celebrate our Lambily award nominations. I knew something was fishy when I realized the only albums she brought were Charmbracelet, a burned copy of Memoirs and a cassette of Emotions that had "Tchula Public Library" labeled on the side of it. I just shrugged it off though.
Anyway, we were driving for hours, it was getting real dark and we were in the middle of no where. We came to a abrupt halt and I looked over at Sissy who had this twisted smile on her face. "I had a vision.." she whispered, "a vision of winning the Vision of Love award." That's when my eyes started dilating and my heart pounded faster. I knew right then and there what she was trying to pull. I quickly scrambled out of the car and started to book it. Sissy was hot on my tail in the car, trying to run my ass down. I screamed and cried for help but it was no use- she knocked me out after a few miles and that's all I remember from that night.
Some days later (how long have I been gone?) I woke up in a dark crate. I started crying and sang Languishing on repeat through my sobs. It took me a long time, but I managed to claw through the crate and the half foot of dirt that was poorly piled on top of it. Then I walked for days and days, trying to find my way back home. I had to hitchhike with smelly truckers and weird bi-curious bears. However, I made it through the rain and have finally returned.
I will dish out my revenge later, but for now I am mourning the lost of Pecinta and Nick's sanity.
what do you mean trying to visit someone?
I hate being left holding a bag of ****, especially when I brought someone else down with me. IDK why she thought I was coming there otherwise, when the first thing I told her is that I want to come to visit YOU. 
So sublime
absolute mess.
