It’s awful tomorrow is Friday and not today, I am certainly not in the mood for a full day of school before Saturday, or maybe because I have a raging headache right now and most of everything sounds pretty awful. I need to focus on finishing everything for school soon. That’s what matters to me because I am needing to leave high school. I am not going to go to college immediately after, I’m taking what’s called a “break” and for some reason that whole idea is completely foreign to people and those people are the ones who really, really, should take breaks or should have taken breaks between transitioning from 4 years of busywork to really think about their future and what they want to do with THEMSELVES, not what they think everyone else should do because they want everyone else to do what they want because it’s easy and comfortable for them. Well, life isn’t always easy or comfortable.
At least my (far less unstable aunt than the other) is coming down and I guess she’s in a relationship or something now, which is cool, I am so happy for her and I hope it goes so well for her, she’ll need it.
The weather in Eugene is so fucking stupid, whatever fucking deity or whatever makes the weather happens needs to decide on one thing, rain, sunny and dry, sunny and humid, overcast? Seriously it’s so irritating adjusting to vastly different weather everyday, bah.
Wow, my writing jumps from one thing to another, doesn’t it?
Oh my god what why is my focus so awful
I have crazy urges to travel all over the fucking place.
I never thought in my life that I would be this happy to the very depths of my being.
This is honestly the last thing I’d expected in my life, never would I expect to trust and feel completely secure with another human being, it’s so beautiful to feel this way with someone, I wish I could find a way to even begin describing how beautiful that is.
It’s very possible I could sit for hours upon hours pondering, but whatever words I find will never suffice for something like this.
I am so tired of being tired all the time, this is bawwlshiet
It seems in more recent times there haven’t really been any notable serial killers.
A back massage would be perfection right now.
Being a lady really sucks sometimes.
Embrace my soul with the wicked ways of your perfect heart, and guide me to the happiest places while you hold my hand and heart with a incalculable precision along those unfamiliar pathways we find.
