Category Archives: personal
“Is it possible to care too much?” “Who do you think you care too much about?” “I just mean, in general.” “Sure.” “Really?” “Some people don’t deserve your care.” “But some of them do.” “I don’t think you would be asking that question about the ones that really do.” “Am I an idiot for caring too much?” “I think you’re a good person.” “I think I am a bad friend.” “Who are we talking about again?” “I’m sorry I am a bad friend.” “You’re not making any sense.” “I want to be able to show people I care.” “Do you care?” “I want to be sincere.” “You are.” “I got lost for a long time today in my own neighborhood. It’s like I couldn’t remember what certain sidewalks looked like in the wintertime.” “I miss you when it’s cold.” “Animals are good at self-expression because they don’t know how to be dishonest.” “Please listen to me.” “My hair is too long.” “I want you to hear this.” “I am an idiot.” “Yeah.” “I’m sorry I am a bad friend.” “Okay.”
i am feeling a way that would have seemed incomprehensible not that long ago, dang
it’s weird tbh
i feel like i can imagine feeling this way for a long time
i am tired
i am tired
i am OK
ok ok ok
i only want to communicate with you in japanese emoticons
♡o｡.(✿ฺ｡ ✿ฺ) ヽ(●-`Д´-)ノ
(.=^・ェ・^=) ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫･*:.｡. .｡.:*･ （*＾3＾）/～☆
here is a yawn, i am literally yawning for you
I BUDGETED MY LIFE FOR THE REST OF 2012. I INCLUDED PROJECTED INCOME AND PROJECTED SPENDING. I THINK MY PROJECTED SPENDING IS ABOUT RIGHT BUT I AM AFRAID MY PROJECTED INCOME IS HIGHER THAN WHAT MY ACTUAL INCOME IS GOING TO BE. THIS WILL BE NO GOOD AND ALSO I HATE MONEY AND EVERYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT, I HATE EVERYTHING.
HOWEVER I FEEL IMMENSE JOY ABOUT THE FACT THAT I AM GOING TO MEET A LOT OF MY ‘INTERNET-BASED’ FRIENDS IN NEW YORK DURING THE NEW YEARS HOLIDAY. JUST WANT TO SIT AROUND AND BE IN THEIR COMPANY FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE (IN REALITY THIS WILL BE ~3 DAYS BECAUSE THAT IS THE AMOUNT OF TIME BETWEEN MY BUS TICKETS IN AND OUT OF NEW YORK).
I CAN’T STOP LISTENING TO THE MUMFORD & SONS PANDORA STATION. I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I LIKE THAT BAND BUT IT TURNS OUT I DO, A LOT. ALSO ALL OF THE BANDS THAT SOUND LIKE THEM BECAUSE THAT IS HOW PANDORA WORKS.
MY STOMACH HURTS.
I NEED TO BUY A WEBSITE FOR MYELF.
I MEAN MYSELF.
I DON’T HAVE AN ELF.
I AM LYING ON MY SIDE IN BED AND TYPING THIS WITH ONE HAND,
I’LL INCLUDE A PIC, HERE:
I AM GOING TO GO SHOWER AND THEN GO TO THE MOVIES AND WATCH THE HOBBIT AND THEN I AM GOING TO GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL COME HOME AND SLEEP. WHEN I WAKE UP TOMORROW I WILL GO TO WORK. AFTER WORK I WILL HAVE DINNER WITH MY PARENTS. BYE.
EVERY TIME YOU TEXT ME I IMMEDIATELY FEEL STRESSED.
THIS STATEMENT APPLIES TO AT LEAST 3 PEOPLE.
I’VE BEEN STRESSED A LOT LATELY.
MY PERIOD HAS BECOME IRREGULAR.
I HAVE A HEADACHE ALMOST ALWAYS.
MY GRAY HAIRS WON’T HOLD HAIR DYE ANYMORE REALLY.
THIS IS NOT THAT UPSETTING.
NOVEMBER IS A BUSY MONTH FOR ME IN TERMS OF HAVING A LOT OF DEADLINES.
DECEMBER IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE AN EXPENSIVE MONTH.
I AM HAPPIEST IN NEW YORK.
SO MY MAIN GOAL NOW IS TO KEEP WRITING AND WORKING AT THE BAR UNTIL I AM IN NEW YORK PERMANENTLY.
SOMETIMES I FORGET HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO BE WORKING TOWARDS SOMETHING TANGIBLE.
I AM SOMEWHERE IN DELAWARE ON A BUS.
I AM ALMOST BACK IN BALTIMORE.
I’M GOING TO UNPACK AND CLEAN MY ROOM.
FEED MY CAT AND TAKE OUT HER BOX OF LITTER.
MAYBE WALK AROUND THE BLOCK.
I DON’T KNOW, I FEEL OKAY MOSTLY.
I FEEL GOOD.
I HAVE LISTENED TO ‘I SAY “NO”‘ BY MOUNT EERIE 13 TIMES IN A ROW AS OF THIS SENTENCE.
My new ebook, Goodbye Drinks, is available today. Click to download.
in the weeks after we broke up,
when i was driving alone,
i would move my right hand
over to the passenger side seat,
place it on top of my purse
and grasp it lightly,
as if it was your thigh.
you asked me if that nude photo i posted on tumblr was a cry for help and it made me want to die.
oh wait before you leave, i meant to ask you why you traded in our relationship for one with another sort of lesbian.
lol, oh wait you’re already gone.
lol, oh nevermind.
yah, that pic of me was a cry for help from me to you.
please help me out here, buddy. i need you.