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I'M GOING HOME FOR THANKSGIVING!!!!
soooo excited to see family and friends.
and to eat amazing food/pumpkin freaking pie!!!!!
this week was a mess.
i was a mess.
YOU made me a mess.
i now know that i mean nothing to you anymore.
and you will not be receiving a call from me again.
and now, when i think about you i can't breathe.
literally.
saw plain white t's, jack's mannequin, and panic at the disco.
pwt's were eh.
jack's was perfect.
panic made me want to hurt myself and everyone around me.
alonealonealone.
i'm starting to hate seeing shows by myself. ugh.
oh and ps. john norris was there. love.
new found glory, cartel, hit the lights, and the early november was completely sold out.
i tried so hard to get a ticket.
emailed a million people on craigslist. text omar.
and freaking went down and hung out at irving an hour and a half before doors.
asked everyone in line if they had an extra ticket.
nothing.
i hated life.
interviews galore this week.
1 at urban outfitters for a sales associate position.
it didn't work out (thankgoodness). it was horrible hours and i probably would've killed myself.
2 interviews at macy's for a fedbrand analyst position for the home department.
cross your fingers folks.
it seems positive actually.
(ineedsomethingpositive)
if this happens i could be working in the building as fuse.
ilovestevensmith!
memories are haunting me again.
happy memories.
i hate it.
i should be greatful that i felt that way once
but i'm not.
it only makes me want to feel that way again.
soooo excited to see family and friends.
and to eat amazing food/pumpkin freaking pie!!!!!
this week was a mess.
i was a mess.
YOU made me a mess.
i now know that i mean nothing to you anymore.
and you will not be receiving a call from me again.
and now, when i think about you i can't breathe.
literally.
saw plain white t's, jack's mannequin, and panic at the disco.
pwt's were eh.
jack's was perfect.
panic made me want to hurt myself and everyone around me.
alonealonealone.
i'm starting to hate seeing shows by myself. ugh.
oh and ps. john norris was there. love.
new found glory, cartel, hit the lights, and the early november was completely sold out.
i tried so hard to get a ticket.
emailed a million people on craigslist. text omar.
and freaking went down and hung out at irving an hour and a half before doors.
asked everyone in line if they had an extra ticket.
nothing.
i hated life.
interviews galore this week.
1 at urban outfitters for a sales associate position.
it didn't work out (thankgoodness). it was horrible hours and i probably would've killed myself.
2 interviews at macy's for a fedbrand analyst position for the home department.
cross your fingers folks.
it seems positive actually.
(ineedsomethingpositive)
if this happens i could be working in the building as fuse.
ilovestevensmith!
memories are haunting me again.
happy memories.
i hate it.
i should be greatful that i felt that way once
but i'm not.
it only makes me want to feel that way again.