The birds will sing that you are part of everything
I have terrible skin. It has become my new obsession. I hate it with every inch of my being. I hate looking at it, touching it, feeling it. My skintone is uneven. My face is always either too oily or too dry. No matter what I do, I just cannot seem to command it. I hate my skin. It's too sensitive. I almost always get razorburn lately and I don't know why. I used to have manageable skin, but it has turned against me at such a young age.
I'm terrified of dying. I used to be ok with the idea of death. I used to contently accept it. Now it scares me. I think this is because I am now realizing everything I want to do, everything that's left to do, and I don't want to die before I accomplish it. In high school, there wasn't a giant concern about unfulfilled dreams because there was so much time left in school. So much obligation still to be fulfilled. But now that I've accomplished that, death has become a much more frightening concept.
I have had terrible hair days recently. It has made me stop caring.
I am not a morning person. I love my sleep. I wish I could be nocturnal.
Even though I am moving to KC in 5 days, this reality has yet to hit me. I remain completely unaware of the impending changes. EVERYTHING will change. I can only hope that I'm ready for it.
I am too lazy for my own good.I plan on changing this along with the rest of my life.
My writing sucks. I'm sorry this is so dissatisfying.
I wonder if all my ambitions are misguided. Maybe I'll never write a good book, or 3, or 7. Maybe I'll always be the struggling writer living off of junk food because that's all she can afford.
How much of life is the result of work? How much is the result of luck? How much is the result of predetermination?
Timing really is everything. Because everything can line up perfectly, but if it's not at the right time, it can't work.
Or can you make it work?
How much work does love really demand? How do you know if you're working enough? Or too much? How do you get yourself to stop asking such stupid questions?
How did I even get on this topic?
I am tired. I have a big day tomorrow. good night.
3 Good Things:
1) I am getting so close to being so close to Adam.
2) I am getting so close to being so close to Layla.
3) I had a nice lazy day.
Countdown: 5 days (Adam in 4)
I'm terrified of dying. I used to be ok with the idea of death. I used to contently accept it. Now it scares me. I think this is because I am now realizing everything I want to do, everything that's left to do, and I don't want to die before I accomplish it. In high school, there wasn't a giant concern about unfulfilled dreams because there was so much time left in school. So much obligation still to be fulfilled. But now that I've accomplished that, death has become a much more frightening concept.
I have had terrible hair days recently. It has made me stop caring.
I am not a morning person. I love my sleep. I wish I could be nocturnal.
Even though I am moving to KC in 5 days, this reality has yet to hit me. I remain completely unaware of the impending changes. EVERYTHING will change. I can only hope that I'm ready for it.
I am too lazy for my own good.I plan on changing this along with the rest of my life.
My writing sucks. I'm sorry this is so dissatisfying.
I wonder if all my ambitions are misguided. Maybe I'll never write a good book, or 3, or 7. Maybe I'll always be the struggling writer living off of junk food because that's all she can afford.
How much of life is the result of work? How much is the result of luck? How much is the result of predetermination?
Timing really is everything. Because everything can line up perfectly, but if it's not at the right time, it can't work.
Or can you make it work?
How much work does love really demand? How do you know if you're working enough? Or too much? How do you get yourself to stop asking such stupid questions?
How did I even get on this topic?
I am tired. I have a big day tomorrow. good night.
3 Good Things:
1) I am getting so close to being so close to Adam.
2) I am getting so close to being so close to Layla.
3) I had a nice lazy day.
Countdown: 5 days (Adam in 4)