gah! i move in four days! four fucking days. and instead of being all ready all my shit is lying in the middle of my floor and i am laying on my bed quietly freaking the fuck out and building my tiny tower. i am excited. don’t get me wrong, I am excited but i am also anxious as fuck. not about starting over. but about the stupid menial things that i have to do. will my bed arrive in time? will i get into grad school? will i make my interview on time? will i have enough money to pay July’s rent? will I have enough money to buy groceries? all these stupid fucking questions are running through my head. and i’ll find myself just being consumed it and people will ask if i’m ok. ugh. i want this so bad it doesn’t seem possible for it to work out. and that is fucking eating me alive. i don’t know if i feel better writing this out or not. please please please let me let me get what i want this time
Faaaaaaaabulous!
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do you ever get so mad that you need to sing about it and pound your fists on a golf course
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I just don’t understand how this happened. But here’s a picture of a lemon from my backyard
when life gives yoǘ̻̬͓͎̣̟̩̦͢ ͪ̂̀̆҉̳̘̝̺̀l͇̬̹̞̻̥͕̥̗̒̎ͩ̋ͥ͆e͙̭̭̠̣̠̊́ͩ̂̓̀ṃ̛̍̂͛̈̏o̠̪̪ͤ͗͘n̵͉̣ͭͧ̿ͧ͛̀s̷̠͑ͬͫͦ̅͡ ̸͐ͤ͘҉̦̺M̰̹͙͇ͮ̉ͫͅȦ̻̔̅̇̑ͭ͛͋͘K̠̻̫̤̇̀ͥE͂ͪ͏̱̤͚͕ ̞͔̜̬̑ͯ͑͢ͅŞ͔̦̩̳̣̖ͮ͊ͨA͈̓͂̈́̀̀̚͘C̡̠̟͉ͪ͆̔ͤ͂ͪR̬͙͕ͪ̀͠Ĩ̵̖͚̑̊̓́F͎͕̄Iͬͧ̀̂̑ͪ͟͏̴̪̤ͅC̢̰̝͓̗͛ͬ̔̍̓́́̚̚Ḙ̶̠̰̳̩̳̊ͭͮ̇̇̚̕S̻͖̣̰̒̈͟
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Make milkshakes, they said.
It would bring all the boys to the yard, they said.
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