Another reason why May 23rd is the best day of the year. I can’t stop sniffling.
feelin’ a little craaaazaaay….
I really miss my college friends.
I also have a lot I want to rant about, to someone or something other than the internet.
That restless feeling in your fingertips, in the center of your chest, in that bridge between your eyes. I want to do something with someone, something crazy, something deep, something edgy, but something sweet.
Maybe I’ll go for a walk.
THIS IS SO IRONIC
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guilty. i’m trying to fix it though, honest.
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So.
So what do you do?
What do you do when you find out wine can taste really good with chocolate, and you buy some of that wine, and realize you want to just drink it like juice except
whoops, alcoholism runs in the family. whoops, i already told myself I wasn’t going to use alcohol as a mood-changer. …again.
What do you do when LIFE DOESN’T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE.
What do you do when twenty one doesn’t feel as young as you futilely hoped it would?
What do you do when you stop wishing for brighter things, when the stable things vanish and you get used to just falling, and your emotional state of existence begins to resemble the renegade that does stupid things because they’ve got nothing else to lose?
I know one answer is: you don’t raid the wine closet, and drink whist watching cable TV when you have to drive to a graduation early the next morning.
What do you do when your body sabotages your mood, and transforms your day from a happy event to a typical blog post.
I suppose you reblog a bunch of a random things to make yourself feel better, and then go to sleep.
This is what will happen if my roommate’s dreams come true, and I do in fact ship her a goat from Ghana to keep in her room. That, and the presence of tiny goat shit everywhere.
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