"Major depressive episode" #52

So many psych classes, so little time ( Read more... )

This is so weird.
It's a Friday and I'm not going through my ritual of inhaling food and Theraflu.
How has it been six months?

Only two more weeks.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

Well, that was fast.

"[Dec. 22nd, 2010|02:01 pm]
Tara, Colin, Mish, Kelly, Vinny, Gordo, Terrance, Rabin, Ben, Cierlicki, Richie.
"Like, seriously think about it; when's the last time we've all been together like this?! What's great is even as we all get older and drift apart, I'm going to still be in Buffalo, forcing all you beavises to get together!"
I love my friends."

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I like my friends. I like nice guys.

Maybe things really are getting better.

2016: Back to Brooklyn.

I am not fucking around this time.

    Bright lights, big city: Tokyo, Paris, Toronto, Los Angeles. All of these are beautifully robust and consequential urban areas, bursting with life and entertainment but they simply pail in comparison to the concrete jungle itself: New York, New York.  No city on this planet has ever been as appropriately romanticized in literature, music, art, ( Read more... )

Matt texted me the other day and I suppose the fact that I'd hoped to never hear from that decrepit creature again explains why my physical reaction was so intense. Or the fact that I seriously fell for that piece of shit. I'll take the former. Thought it was Dustin at first texting the wrong person about a 30 rack and then realized it was you and ( Read more... )

Reason #345 as to why I hate Facebook:

It reminds me that we all actually used to be friends and spend so much time together.

I'm trying to look to the future and work towards something but it's fucking difficult when there's absolutely nothing to work for.
Nothing like crying yourself to sleep in your jail cell to make you feel existential.