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The worst part of my weekend was getting snow down my pants while digging out my car.
How brutal is that?!
Yeah, so I grew closer to some friends over the past few days, and made some new ones as well. I like that. I just hate that I live so far away from everyone. (Or everyone lives so far away from me?)... I hate this town. I can't wait to get out.
Sabrina and I had another talk about moving out to California. We might go out there over the summer for a week or two to look at apartments and whatnot, I have family in Thousand Oaks, it's such a beautiful area. I don't know how logical our plan is, but if we're serious we're going to have to act on it quick. I hate the cold, and I want to get away from most of the people here.
Which brings me to my next point.
Things aren't even that bad. I don't even know why I keep making it seem that way. My life is actually pretty fun. I like the things I do, I absolutely adore my friends, and I think I'm a pretty decent person... I just overreact and make myself miserable by making the smallest things seem like tragedies. I need to stop with that.
All these years I've been striving for perfection, and now I realize that it's not happening. The first step is admitting it, right?
How brutal is that?!
Yeah, so I grew closer to some friends over the past few days, and made some new ones as well. I like that. I just hate that I live so far away from everyone. (Or everyone lives so far away from me?)... I hate this town. I can't wait to get out.
Sabrina and I had another talk about moving out to California. We might go out there over the summer for a week or two to look at apartments and whatnot, I have family in Thousand Oaks, it's such a beautiful area. I don't know how logical our plan is, but if we're serious we're going to have to act on it quick. I hate the cold, and I want to get away from most of the people here.
Which brings me to my next point.
Things aren't even that bad. I don't even know why I keep making it seem that way. My life is actually pretty fun. I like the things I do, I absolutely adore my friends, and I think I'm a pretty decent person... I just overreact and make myself miserable by making the smallest things seem like tragedies. I need to stop with that.
All these years I've been striving for perfection, and now I realize that it's not happening. The first step is admitting it, right?