tacky christmas sweataaaz (Taken with instagram)
but i’ve decided to revisit tumblr after 26 billion years.
how i’ve missed you <3 sort of
i miss writing. START WRITING AGAIN THESE ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT YEARS TO WRITE DOWN THINGS AND YET YOU WRITE NOTHING.
even writing that made me feel better.
i’m not sure where life is going. i 60% enjoy it and the other 40% hates it but choses not to think about it.
i will regret this, and i know it.
CARE.
then again….a little part of me whispers that i wont and that good will come of this.
only time will tell.
i miss my friends sense of humor. i enjoy my new friends.
vivaldi is beautiful.
french class is horrible.
i enjoy my iphone.
cuddling is so much nicer than i remembered it to be.
themed costume parties are an added joy to my life.
this essay is hovering over me haunting me so cruelly.
not unlike people you dont want to see but JUST WONT FLEE YOUR SIGHT.
how?
im not sure. how do you know i dont want to see you yet keep popping up even though we’ve only had one conversation and are blissfully unaware of the way i am unsettled by your presence? …run on sentances, yeah.
its nearly 9. must finish revising essay.
i want chocolate.
need a higher dose of medication. though i dont blame my distractedness on my low dose of medication…this is my own doing. im aware of it.
sleep is tempting.
the thought of finishing my paper is oddly more tempting.
it’s a full week ahead and yet i write meaninglessness.
it feels good.
i actually do appreciate advertisements. maybe i should major in that.
or not.
WHY IS THE FUTURE SO SCARY
WHY DONT I KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE
WHY WONT HAIR EVER COOPERATE
…just look pretty a few times and ill be happy?!? please.
okay. paper time.