this is all happening really fast. i wish it would go faster. i do everything kind of fast. i think because i'm so passionate about like.. everything. when i like something i like it A LOT. i like someone A LOT. i like doing something i do it A LOT. i like a song i sing it A LOT. artists are like that. musicians are like that.
when i do shit. it's fast and important and i put my whole heart into it.
"savannah in the few months of my relationship so far you have been with caleb. single. with elly. single. now.." ha. and even that. was said a while ago. everything is so fast.
fast. fast. fast.
i should take this slow. take my time. think about it.
it's a big decision. but is it a decision? or just. accepting it? hm.
CONFUSED.
whenever there is something i care about in english people take a big shit on it. we read a sylvia plath poem. and yeah, i didn't understand either. but everyone was a dick about it and joking her. jesus.
i feel bad for viet. i should hang out with him.
there was this girl in my study block. she was putting on this show for everyone. at least that's what my opinion was. it made me really mad. she strolled up to everyone and was like "i'm drunk. i've been drunk everyday of break. i'm depressed. i tried killing myself. if you think i'm crazy, that's fine. whatever. i'm not crazy. you can call me a psycho emo crazy bitch i don't care. you can call me that. whatever. i'm drunkkkkk blaaaaaaah."
shut the fuck up. you're doing that for attention. how about you listen to my friends lives? fucking caleb and pearl and hunter and fucking everyone. we don't waltz around and parade our sadness to get some sympathy. fuck you.
then the alumni recital was awesome. i'm going to play in that next year.
what.
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