i want to let go and know that i'll be alright
I thought May would be a good month, but it doesn't look like it's going that way.
Trying not to say or do anything that I'll regret. But I'm feeling depressed and frustrated and getting an itchy trigger finger.
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I got into slight trouble at work for leaving some work stuff out on the table in the break room. My old boss finally turned on me because I left her department. Now she doesn't even look at me. No official write ups or anything, just a verbal smack across the knuckles from the loss prevention guy.
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Trying round two with Twitter under a different name (since I can't have my old one back, per Twitter deactivation rules). We will see how it goes. I miss it and I don't. I think if I share different things on it and treat it differently, I'll enjoy it again.
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My allergies are starting to kick up, and my nose has been so dry. It hurts, and nothing is helping. I have no idea what to do about it, honestly.
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I need this magazine. Stat.
More Cheryl pictures from Harper's Bazaar:
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I need new Matt Nathanson. Right now. I miss him.
"If I bent like you said was best, would that change a thing?
If I spent myself until nothing's left, would you still leave me here?"
"I'm a sucker for a good lie, the way you say you understand.
And how you always talk of catching me but never open up your hand."
"And it's amazing, the look in your eyes.
Like you could save me, but you won't even try.
And then you tell me again how everything will be alright.
And if I told you that I'm sorry, would you tell me that you were wrong?
Or would you hold me down forever if I came to you for answers?"
Just. More music please. Now.
Trying not to say or do anything that I'll regret. But I'm feeling depressed and frustrated and getting an itchy trigger finger.
---
I got into slight trouble at work for leaving some work stuff out on the table in the break room. My old boss finally turned on me because I left her department. Now she doesn't even look at me. No official write ups or anything, just a verbal smack across the knuckles from the loss prevention guy.
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Trying round two with Twitter under a different name (since I can't have my old one back, per Twitter deactivation rules). We will see how it goes. I miss it and I don't. I think if I share different things on it and treat it differently, I'll enjoy it again.
---
My allergies are starting to kick up, and my nose has been so dry. It hurts, and nothing is helping. I have no idea what to do about it, honestly.
---
I need this magazine. Stat.
More Cheryl pictures from Harper's Bazaar:
---
I need new Matt Nathanson. Right now. I miss him.
"If I bent like you said was best, would that change a thing?
If I spent myself until nothing's left, would you still leave me here?"
"I'm a sucker for a good lie, the way you say you understand.
And how you always talk of catching me but never open up your hand."
"And it's amazing, the look in your eyes.
Like you could save me, but you won't even try.
And then you tell me again how everything will be alright.
And if I told you that I'm sorry, would you tell me that you were wrong?
Or would you hold me down forever if I came to you for answers?"
Just. More music please. Now.