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fresh. please come.

i would like a backrub. a really good, i am in love with you, backrub.

i can't say the things i want to say, but i suspect that i do everything wrong.

for now, i'll do the laundry. i don't usually do that wrong.

i smell like someone else.

it's the simple things, like tracy chapman's "fast car" and mr. roger's quotes and the sunshine on my face that make my life seem worth it ( Read more... )

Re-occurring themes of my life:

Being put on the backburner
Drinking on anti-biotics
Obsessing over a single band or limited genre then going back to Hanson
Neglecting the people I can count on
Getting cheated on
Becoming so depressed that I sit on the couch for hours because I literally cannot. move.
Falling apart

dude.
i am so. so. so. unhappy.
what gives?
where is my sunshine?
the ryan to my alicia?
the joe to my jax?
the butter to my toast?
my luck?
my head?

i deserve something. fuck.

iwantiwantiwantout.

i emailed two of my favorite professors to ask for recommendation letters. fingers crossed that they both say 'okay!' i feel like i just shoved my life into fast forward. i'm skipping the boring parts and getting right to the good stuff. sometimes i forget that i am ONLY twenty-two. not, oh my goodness, i am twenty-two! i've got time and room to ( Read more... )

annnnd
i got fired.

my fucking life never stops amazing me.

brandon cheated on me ( Read more... )