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Okay, I may or may not have overreacted in my previous post. But it did its job: it made me stop freaking out. Sigh, writing used to be my therapy. I miss writing. 

I am a socially awkward blu macaw pretending to be an eighteen year old college sophomore. At the moment, I am steadfastly in love with (but not limited to) Andrew Garfield and Jesse Eisenberg, cats (!!!), tea, mixes, and pretty sentences. 
You have reached my *new* journal, which is meant to record (in excruciating detail) the copious amount of ( Read more... )