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lately I've been in happy situations with no real means of taking that in and being happy. i've felt like a wall, a shell being tossed around to fun places, pretending to party faking smiles and tearing up in phone calls. I don't really get it because everything I can think of is on an up sweep. My job is going well, my house is empty but at least mine I love the time I'm spending with a certain dollfaced lad, but I'm constantly trying to shake this nervous cough. I'm trying to find a route, a place to be next year, so I made a list of 50 things I want to do by summer next year. I am only going to post things as I complete them but the rest is truly only for me. I'm hoping by being a bit more productive I'll take my nights off as golden evenings to make love to check marks and narrow down this daunting scroll.
I haven't been able to be by myself, it's a problem, it's a head ache.
I'm going tomorrow to buy new shoes and jeans, and fucking god damn shopping therapy is going to feel good.
i love you.
goodnight.
I haven't been able to be by myself, it's a problem, it's a head ache.
I'm going tomorrow to buy new shoes and jeans, and fucking god damn shopping therapy is going to feel good.
i love you.
goodnight.