What the fuck is wrong with me?
Seriously, it's Christmas and I need to cut this out.
For my own good.

Oh douchebag of a Residence Manager.
Please do one good thing in your life and make Kara my roommate.

Edit: Thank you.

That shit was fucked up.
I never thought we'd have a fight like that.
I can not believe that took so long.
I can not believe that you wouldn't look at me.
This whole situation actually makes me really sad.

Well finally haha.

At this point.
I really just don't know what to do.
I want to run home and snuggle in my bed.
And then listen to sweet tunes while walking with good friends in my home town in the cool fall air.

I straight up can't fucking believe myself sometimes.

I'm split right down the middle.
Between what is exciting.
And what is comfortable.
And you keep me confident that both will be worth it.

I'm already fucked up.
I'm so sick of being undervalued by almost everyone.

I love you.

I feel so far away.
That I'm afraid I'll never be close.
To wanting what feels right for a long time.