Yipes... sometimes I feel so pathetic. : (

Walking back from class today, in no particular state of mind, it's dark and dreary. Mandy and her boy are standing near the library, she's holding his head, and they're staring into eachother's eyes talking. Suddenly I feel like crying... And I wish I could- so all the stress building up little by little would just get out of my system.

I'm a lot of talk for all the emotions I have raging inside of me. I'm tired, and worn out. Most of all lonely though- for someone who will talk to me, understand me, hold me, and make the world dissapear for a while. People like that don't exist in my life right now though.

Also, for anyone who was curious- oil paints come off of skin if you wash it enough. Hair is another story. Mine has a tinge of blue in it now. *sigh* Perhaps it will wash out with shampoo.