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until the end of "mixin up adjectives" by this is me smiling.
i just want to get something off my chest i think.
i dont even care who reads this.
or why would i still post?
obv.
like, my life is so old. i feel like routine sort of owns me, and im so anti-routine, that might be what makes me so unhappy. but everything makes me unhappy, from the missed call on my cell phone to the fact that i purposely missed the call...im afraid to start talking to him again, though ill probably see him on saturday...but i dont know, i guess im afraid, especially because he has a girlfriend, and i dont want to start liking him again, but hes that unroutine that seems perfect. i dont ever know whats up with me. i mean, tomorrow im gonna be like fuck that, i like routine, that was just some sugar crash you had yesterday, though i havent had any real sugar yet today, just mounds n mounds of chips in the basement...god im a fatty. i wonder if i was skinnier i would be happy.
time to read "stumbling upon happiness" by gilbert.
the songs over.
thanks.
i just want to get something off my chest i think.
i dont even care who reads this.
or why would i still post?
obv.
like, my life is so old. i feel like routine sort of owns me, and im so anti-routine, that might be what makes me so unhappy. but everything makes me unhappy, from the missed call on my cell phone to the fact that i purposely missed the call...im afraid to start talking to him again, though ill probably see him on saturday...but i dont know, i guess im afraid, especially because he has a girlfriend, and i dont want to start liking him again, but hes that unroutine that seems perfect. i dont ever know whats up with me. i mean, tomorrow im gonna be like fuck that, i like routine, that was just some sugar crash you had yesterday, though i havent had any real sugar yet today, just mounds n mounds of chips in the basement...god im a fatty. i wonder if i was skinnier i would be happy.
time to read "stumbling upon happiness" by gilbert.
the songs over.
thanks.