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RIGHT okay so i should blog more when i'm good, not just when i'm feeling shitty. the weekend was crappy, full of me being all HURGLEGURGLE and hair-pulling and being mental and throwing my phone against the wall because people WOULD. NOT. STOP. RINGING ME. (how DARE people be concerned when i'm being panicky, JESUS.) am doing better now though, as

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dude seriously. i'm not quite sure what to do with myself this weekend because i really want to go to a cafe and just write all day, but at the same time i don't think not-interacting with people for two weekends in a row is exactly... healthy.

HAHA EXACTLY. it's like. money, man. we just gotta keep stockpiling that shit 'cause what if we need it even though most of the time we only need just a bit of it. but more on socks: i have gotten really lazy and have just started pairing them up willy-nilly. cannot be arsed finding their mates and matching them up, man. i feel like some kind of horrible crossover fanfic writer or something man.

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it's weird, like, i wanna spend time with friends but at the same time i'm thinking of who i wanna spend time with and i'm like EHHHH. not that i dislike my friends, i think there's a bit of me that wants alone time, but not really. UGH WHO KNOWS.

LASER EYE. tell me how it goes. i've sorta considered it but i've worn glasses all my life and seeing myself without them is really weird; like, i get freaked out about the fact that i have less to hide my face behind.

kids are such monsters. people love how frank they are but i totally don't. when a kid goes, "why're you fat," i don't go "awww, diddums". i go YOU BEST BE GETTIN' OUTTA HERE SON 'FORE I KICK YOUR ASS FOR DISSIN' ME. and then i go cry a little, somewhere.

I AM JUDGING YOU SO MUCH