Typing feels so extraneous to do all of the time on an iPad. But I want to get all of my thoughts down before I have to leave this comfortable chair and face the world again. One step at a time, I guess. There’s a lot to be said for consistent time management. I’m wondering if it would make me more sane. I have a sinking feeling that it might. So much to be said. So little ability to...
Strange. As we stay young, we are so easily defined by what people think of us. Then we get older. And we stop caring quite so much. At 50, one realizes that no one was really thinking about you in the first place.
I. Hate. My. Apartment. I hate my broken windows, my shitty roommate, the COLONY of fruitflies that follow me everywhere, in the shower in the kitchen under my FEET. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills here QSJFDIASKLJFASAa
I realize that I’ve been a bit of a kid recently. I don’t have the boyfriend deterrent to rely on anymore, and I was really quite shocked at the people that came out and said they liked me this year. I haven’t been handling myself well either, and I’ve been a bit immature about the whole thing. About most of life, in fact. I’m relying too much on my past experiences,...