In the past three days I:

Have gotten a new job.
Gone on a pretty successful date with a pretty sweet boy.
Gotten a new apartment.

Super fucking stoked on life.

Always having second thoughts about everything ever.

I'm going on a date for real this time.

DEAR DIARY
THIS WEEKEND WE HAD FUN

LOVE
ME

I keep hoping that everything bad is going to fix itself or just go away if I keep hiding in bed. I don't know how to change anything. I don't know what my options are. Everything seems like it was easier the day before.

I am definitely not built for social situations.
Also totally awkward being(probably) the youngest person in a house full of people.

I want to remember everything that happened and be happy and not miss you for the rest of my life.
I wish I knew it wasn't going to work out.
I wish I knew what was what ever.
I'm not angry and I'm not upset. I'm just sad.

Did you know living in a house with other people is lonlier than living by yourself?

Dear brain, you need to stop. Right now.

So friends you all suck. Its okay though I talked myself out of it, don't worry!