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today i woke up in the most foul mood i have ever been in. and for no apparent reason.
my cynical mind set shall be the death of me or any friendship/relationship i am in. do i get a sick pleasure out of thinking the worst? if i knew how to stop sabotageing everything in my life, trust me, i would. my vivid imagination never stops, because that is how over analytical people tick. babble. that is what i do, on and on. being messy, crabby, overly happy, bossy....pretty much any word that ends in y is what i am feeling today. that's how it is all the time for me. i'm a wreck and extremely hard to deal with, so thanks to my friends who put up with my habits. thank you for making me feel sane.
i wear wrestling shoes and get drunk on cheap whiskey any chance i can.
the things in life that matter are unicorns, my mom, music, writing, when my boyfriend chews on my hair, real true friendships, coloring books, the feeling of fall in the air, hand made gifts, other people's jacket's, oscar wilde, lord byron, bleu, chubby little kids, and sex.
love is up there too, i suppose.
and writing about nothing that doesn't matter and that nobody will read.