liberty in dpi's
there's a kind of nervousness inside me that sometimes lifts me.
or sometimes crushes me like a weight that never should have been.
Suddenly, I'm starting to think i'm developing dyslexia, or something of the like.
When I've smiled lately, they've been big.
My room smells like rotten cheese. old KD bowl=culprit. nasty.
I'm so concious of how i've been looking lately. I hate mirrors, I hate looking, even when I don't mind what I see.
school will bring about a mass amount of excitement. & a tinge of sadness, because this is it. THIS right here, right now, is how life will be. Hopefully magnefied with a better job & better location or i'll die.
I have so many ideas, so many aspirations, & i can't fucking keep up. It's enough to make me go crazy. maybe I am.
I miss my friends. I want to hangout with my new ones.
I want to have really good sex. And not feel empty afterwards.
Im actually happier than i've been is quite some time, so why does everything I say come out in the form of a complaint? maybe i'm so used to complaining it's habitual. that needs to stop.
so does my toleration of overtly rude, sexual comments at work. its disgusting. I'm so desensitized to the comments now I hardly even notice. whats wrong with that picture?
breath.love.dream.repeat.