February 2012
27 posts
I always hear people skating past my house, and I...
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If I end up seeing them, and they’re not, I’m going to be very disappointed that my fantasy is ruined.
DUDE THEY ARE! I saw a bunch of them one afternoon when I was pulling into the driveway. We need to go outside more.
Everyone is devastated all over the place. I can just not comprehend ever openly talking about being even remotely heartbroken or whatever else. I mean it doesn’t bother me that people do, but personally just, fuck that. It just won’t ever happen. Queen of ignoring feelings since I learnt that I had them.
I have the most realistic dreams, mostly in the sense that I dream about things that are so stupid and insignificant so I can’t comprehend how they can’t actually be real/why my brain would have made up something so pointless.
So, it’s so damn slow.
Something has to change.
Oh my god body why are you trying to kill me
My best friend once told me her theory about life and death, that being that regardless of anything else, you only have a certain amount of heartbeats before you die. I know this might seem ridiculous, but I’ve decided that I am going to stop stressing purely for this reason. Feeling my heart beat out of my chest seems to mean nothing but terrible things. I guess this theory would also mean...
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Oh my.
I wish my brain didn’t feel like it was about to explode. I just want to sleep properly. Half sleeps really aren’t cutting it anymore.
friend: 10 people have asked to be my valentine
me: sometimes i meow at cats and they meow back
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed...
January 2012
17 posts
Oh and I had this hat that I lost in September, I miss you less than that, you know. How can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul? No home.
Anna no, what an embarrassing way to go.
I graduate in ten months. This year is going to fly and then I am going to pack up my suitcase and my cat and go and see all of the pretty things in the world and never come back.