It's funny how feelings are so fleeting. I swore a couple days ago that I was going to be happy forever and that nothing would bring me down again.

I always pictured in college that when your sick people you love would come and take care of you - but unfortunately for me that's impossible when nobody even knows that you're in your room sick. The fire alarm went off in my building last night and I didn't get move out of my bed because I didn't want anyone to know I was in my room alone on Friday night, whether I was sick or not. God, I hate hearing myself complain!

Anyone who said they are content being on there own is lying. I really wish I could have a fresh start, but for now I just need to keep my head up.