On the other hand this new e-cig vapouriser is pretty awesome. I keep having a few puffs everytime I write something on my essay. And the sooner I write my essays the sooner I can start my dissertation research and start becoming a completely different person.
I like Sandra Bullocks voice.
The christmas tree looks nice.
I’ve had too much tea.
How many times am I going to find myself balling my eyes out in the kitchen, seeing death as the only way out about things I’ve gotten myself over numerous times? I don’t really recognise this house but I can guarantee after we’re gone I’ll miss it. Same with absolutely everything in my life.
It’s not even something that’s easy to live with and I don’t even know what’s it is!
It’s something in me, mentally or physically, I mean for fucks sake I’ve spent the past two days convinced I have an ectopic pregnancy and I’ll go to the hospital later because I have two fucking papers to write. But there it’s in my head and it’s true. Only when I have the breakdown do I realise how fucking ridiculous it is.
I don’t fucking know. There are too many of my universes and they don’t merge well at all and I can’t figure out where I am or what comes next.
I want to go to Canada, but I can assure you that my anxiety will take care of that.
Oh yeah, I quit smoking too. Although now I wish I hadn’t.
I need to push EVERYONE out of my mind. It’s getting really loud and I can’t concentrate. Time’s shifting around again. Things aren’t normal. I need to finish this essay and change the other and I can’t stop seeing his face.
I don’t even miss him, not really. I split up with him. But he got married today. And it just feels weird. He sent me a message a month ago and I couldn’t reply. Didn’t want to. He’s blocked me now. I wonder if that was one of her prerequisites.
How do you make it just stop and hang there for a while? I wish I could organise my mind with boxes.
adventures in school
My brother saved this document and everytime he gets angry at our neighbours for being loud he prints it to their wireless printer and you can hear the wife shout “Why the fuck would you print this AGAIN?!” to her son.
This is the best.
It’s like chicken isn’t even a word anymore oh my god