Dysalexic

So there’s this girl on my floor who I think believes that i am the devil. Everytime she sees me she looks directly at her feet and begins to walk at a sideways angle with her head down but slightly cocked to the side of her that is nearest to the wall. She walks really fast. She almost crashed into me because she did this as I was trying to get into the bathroom. And then she literally RAN away.
I dont understand people.

so i’m switching majors, I decided today. Here, at USM it will be considered “Media Studies with a concentration in Media Writing.” But in reality i want to be a journalist. All the more reason for me to switch universities. Also, I think I’m going to minor in English. ah i’m so excited! I get to be creative and good at what I do instead of sucking at MATH entirely for the rest of my life as a nurse! yayy

I wish I was more tactful. I wish I had a more clear understanding of what I want socially, and romantic relationship wise. I feel like I’m just floating through life without really thinking, lately. That’s okay, I suppose– but I’d rather be proactive. I want that feeling again.. that feeling. yup. The one where everything was right and I was entirely satisfied.

Okay, well. goodnight I guess.