Denial approaching despair

I created this blog just so I can post comments on other people's rants. If I did start writing stuff down it would just depress people. Misery loves ...... (it's from scrubs last night)

So after Megan had been warming my heart for the past week or so and I thought things were looking up, she ripped out my heart, dipped it liquid nitrogen, then hit it with a tiny flick of the finger, causing it to shatter. I've never been so devistated in my life. I worry that I've been thinking too much about how I want to get out of college asap so that Meg and I can take our relationship to the next level. I now don't remember why I'm here at all. I'm not terribly passionate about any of my classes... I'm very quickly laying the f-bomb down on my school work and my professors are soon to lay an F-- bomb on my transcript. Why doesn't that concern me? My plans for the future always involved someone besides myself. I don't see the point of a lot of things if I don't have companionship.

Well...too much work just so I can type a random little comment on someone's (that special someone's) blog. If you see me....kick my ass and tell me it will be okay.