voicemail sucks.

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i've quit wearing mascara. it only clumps together in the heat. i'd rather strut around in my underwear and a cami than anything else. i've given a new meaning to over abusing the privilege of comfy shorts and crappy tee-shirts. i feel alone, even though everyone around me seems to love me. only the one i really want to care pretends he doesnt..what a lovely boyfriend he is. i miss being able to call you up and say, "hey come over lets eat an entire pizza" because it seems like things such as this must be scheduled in advance, only to never happen anyways. i feel tired. only i cant sleep. sleep seems to only come during the early morning hours, and sleeping in late is the only real sleep i seem to be getting.

so why am i not as big of a fuck up as i seem to think?