terminal.

terminal.

terminalterminalterminalterminal.

why?

hearing you have months to a few years left, breathing.
being with us, laughing, loving, just..being a family.

I just can't even understand.

 eh,
happy birthday to me..

i'm so angry.

so fucking livid at such shit people in this world.

my brother called me late last night just as i was about to fall asleep. ( he never calls late )
anyhow, he was robbed. his home.

my heart sank. threw my clothes on and left to his house. I felt that my drive was taking forever.

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i want it to rain so badly.
i want it to get cold and rainy.
just want to stand outside and let it beat me up.

im craving for cold weather.
i'm wishing to be walkingunder my umbrella.

i think today i'm really really missing Chicago.

i feel so stuck.
fuck.

who has one, and give me your link.
NOW

last friday, interview as a Production Cordinator/Assistant to a producer for NBC.

this morning, an interview as a Personal Assistant to Billy Bush for Access Hollywood (NBC).

Its been a long time since i've wanted something so bad.
I'm crossing my fingers for a second interview for Access.

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Happy Birthday Self

twentyfive years today.

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