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I'm listless.
The weather here is insane. It dropped 30 degrees in one hour. I love Texas weather. I hope school is cancelled tomorrow because it might ice over on the roads.
Josh and I are ok in the sense that I feel like he needs to step up or else I'm just going to walk away. There are many things that have brought me to this conclusion, but I'm sure all of you have heard it all, so I'll just leave it out of here.
I've been on a Decemberists kick. I don't know why. I hate that I missed their show.
I am depressed because I cannot conceivably be dance major. There is no minor. This is the only reason why I wisH I was back at Macon. I could have my cake and eat it too. And y'know what? I'm better than most of the "dance majors" here. Its not fucking fair.
Life is not fucking fair. I am just exhausted. And I don't know where I can find solace anymore
And why does Travis think its ok to drunk dial me. Or text me nostalgic bullshit. I think I'm going to make it a point to yell at him next time I'm not in the right mind because I haven't done that in awhile.
I haven't done a lot of things in awhile. I really just want to clear my head. Good luck with that. Maybe I'll get run over by a bus and UNT will pay for my tuition for the rest of my life so when I get better, I can be a dance major and econ major and spend 8 million years in college without worrying about it. blah.
Really. I'm just blah. That's all.
The weather here is insane. It dropped 30 degrees in one hour. I love Texas weather. I hope school is cancelled tomorrow because it might ice over on the roads.
Josh and I are ok in the sense that I feel like he needs to step up or else I'm just going to walk away. There are many things that have brought me to this conclusion, but I'm sure all of you have heard it all, so I'll just leave it out of here.
I've been on a Decemberists kick. I don't know why. I hate that I missed their show.
I am depressed because I cannot conceivably be dance major. There is no minor. This is the only reason why I wisH I was back at Macon. I could have my cake and eat it too. And y'know what? I'm better than most of the "dance majors" here. Its not fucking fair.
Life is not fucking fair. I am just exhausted. And I don't know where I can find solace anymore
And why does Travis think its ok to drunk dial me. Or text me nostalgic bullshit. I think I'm going to make it a point to yell at him next time I'm not in the right mind because I haven't done that in awhile.
I haven't done a lot of things in awhile. I really just want to clear my head. Good luck with that. Maybe I'll get run over by a bus and UNT will pay for my tuition for the rest of my life so when I get better, I can be a dance major and econ major and spend 8 million years in college without worrying about it. blah.
Really. I'm just blah. That's all.