I hate it when I can't tell whether people (boys) are flaky or are just not interested in hanging out with me. My instinct is that they are not interested, but that could be because I am not a flake and I never cancel plans and I don't understand how other people do it all the time. The paranoid/anxious feeling of trying to figure out whether ( Read more... )

This was going to be a tumblr post, but maybe I should stop publicly whining about my mental state ( Read more... )

I think I'm lonely but I've been keeping myself too busy to tell. 

The confusing moment when a revelation you've been waiting for is finally confirmed.

But there's no use in being upset over something you have no control over and, honestly, barely even affects you.

Life is weird.

Is it still not even the midpoint of January yet?? This month has seemed SO long.

But things are going to be OK.

Screw this stupid weekend and it's fucking stupid stupidness

Screw New Year's Eve

Screw the apartment search

I have so much to whine about, much of it pointless, but I don't care

apparently I've become really good at never admitting that I am lonely as fuck

I usually think I am good at handling stress. I often have to ask for help and can't handle it on my own, but I am usually decent at not freaking out and going crazy from the stress.

But I guess everyone has a breaking point.

It's pretty frustrating when I do something that makes me look like I suck at my job and am just really stupid. I'm smart. I used to be a perfectionist. What happened??

new york city continues to be amazing.

crazy but amazing. so glad I am here.