ChemistofDoom

This is my first attempt at showing any of my art, please be nice.

Okay, so I'm under a ton of stress.  I've started pulling my hair out and a couple of other destructive things. I fucking hate the fact that some people bitch bitch bitch, but can't have enough compassion to understand when things aren't peachy for you.  I work as hard as I can for this Professor and she still thinks I'm some kind of idiot.  I've bent over backwards, taking the responsibility of helping her out, giving her another four hours out of my week, four hours that I would love to have for other things, and she still shits on me.  I'm so close to just packing it in and telling them all to "go fuck yourself".  I don't know how I'm goi

What a way to start a journal entry, huh?... But yes, I made the mistake of playing "pong" with a could of undergrads.  From my perspective, I needed the buzz, but I didn't understand the semantics of "pong" at Dartmouth.  I knew there would be drinking involved, but I downed something like 4 beers in 20 minutes. And on an empty stomach, it doesn't work so well.   I had to do something.  The four hour exam kicked my ass, and I didn't have someone like Teresa to go home to, so I drank to stifle my sorrows.   I miss you, Teresa.  I miss holding you.  I miss that so much.  But c'est la vie.   That's all for now.