i am not allowing myself to fuck this up. seriously.

it's just not happening... not this time. it's too important to fuck it up.

i'm obsessed with the new Justin Timberlake cd. laugh if you must, but it is fucking good. and it makes me happy...and for some reason helps me brainstorm for graphic design.

go figure.

and the transition period of my life begins tomorrow.

it kinda scares the shit out of me but excites me more than anything.

it also means that i'm a lot closer to getting a full time job in something that i want to do and that i'm a lot closer to moving away from RI.

crazy. insane. awesome.

you always want what you can't have...and isn't that always the way it goes? at this point, i'm not quite sure what i want. i've got some vague ideas, but really, they're just concepts of perfection. which doesn't happen. i've dealt with enough bullshit to know that much.i guess its irrelevant to look for nothing less than amazing when you know ( Read more... )

it's time for me to do what i want. it's time for me to make myself happy. because i haven't in the past situations. so i may be selfish at this point, but i'm fucking doing whatever i want to do for me and only me. that's how it's gonna fucking work. no more bullshit. only good times.

nothing ever comes fucking easy, does it?

at least i haven't had my identity stolen like my sister. =\ that sucks.

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stress has reached a new level. forcing me to smoke mad cigarettes, drink lots of red bull, and crave vodka like it's my job. and on top of all this, my house is hella crazy because out of no where the 'rents decided to move shit around. and i'm going crazy by living here. and from coming home mad late at night because god forbid i stay at jake's ( Read more... )

so i thought i was past freaking out about anything at all. things are absolutely amazing. i couldn't ask for a better boyfriend and my life seems to be coming together quite well, what with getting called back for internships and getting good grades and finding out that i'm moving in a couple months. but i can't help but to freak out. and about ( Read more... )

i hate stress ... i hate that i forget things constantly.

what the fuck