hi. want to know some fun facts about me? no.
the last two loverss i’ve have told me i need therapy.
i hate introducing people to each other because it makes me nervous.
i don’t know where i’m gonna live next year.
i don’t want to transfer to a different school.
everybody complains about my dorm but i like it.
i’ve never been to therapy.
i haven’t done a play since april 2017.
i identify myself by something i barely do except maybe here.
i like to be sober more than i give it credit for except in my head.
the longer i don’t let myself have what i want, the more that desire fades.
i’ve understood in the past few months what time really feels like when you’re not in high school.
pens from the dollar store are great, but bubbles from the dollar store suck.
if you carry around the deck of cards your friend gave you for xmas everywhere, the box is gonna get a little bit ruined so maybe leave it at home because it’s not like you read those cards out in public anyway, it’s always been just an afterthought.
i’ve got no desire to do anything to my hair.
i can’t go out on friday nights anymore because i sold my soul to this radio show.
my mom made me think she’s having an affair today and i got really excited but she’s not.
i always ruin my nails when i paint them because i’m too impatient to wait for them to dry.
being mean to people doesn’t actually make me feel good but it does validate me a little.
i think i want to be an english major.
my only religion is my internal monologue.
i don’t have an internal monologue.
i have an external monologue like this one.
but it isn’t continuous.
i have this one friend and when i see her, i’ll think everything’s great and we’re perfect together, but then i’ll find out i haven’t filled her hopes and something in me sinks.
i believe i’m enrolled in a math class that’s not required of me right now but i am not going to opt out of it.
i read to read candide for tomorrow and i’ve actually been enjoying it but i haven’t been able to go on with it this evening.
i completely believe that some things are better internalized.
i have this photo strip hanging right in front of me of me and my friends that i hated at the time we took it but i’m happy now.
i have what feels like a mosquito bite but i know there are no mosquitoes here.
i’m choking on the irony of reading about the symptoms of bed bugs from my bed.