February 2011
January 2011
So many cute roommate moments in the last 24 hours. Shits about to get real in the Loo. Hailee is now waking me up every day and dragging me to the gym and class so I don’t repeat last week & stay in bed for four days. She goes above and beyond what a roommate should have to do. Really.
So, I’ve been really focused on not thinking so much. Oxymoron. Whenever I get worried or scared I just tell myself not to think about it. It doesn’t work of course, but thinking “You are not thinking about this, you are thinking about (insert calm image of the day here)” is sometimes distracting enough to prevent crying.
get real: hey you, i love you →
noneedtobealone:
everyone thinks you are a gorgeous girl and is so jealous of every little detail of you. you are interesting, you are nice, you are byfar the most hilarious person i know, you are SO clever & smart, you are trustworthy, you are fun, and you are the best friend i know. i know you are feeling beyond…
this girl is all I’ll ever need.
I am slowly coming to the realization that I have lost or misplaced my all star black low-tops. This is disconcerting because they are my favourite, and they were just the right amount of beaten in that made them beautifully comfortable. I have been noticing their absence here and there but it’s been winter and why would I wear them in winter? I guess I’ve been figuring if I...
Maybe
I’m too self-involved or jealous or depressed or insecure or
maybe I like being hurt or
maybe I just don’t know how to love somebody.
Maybe I fuck things up before they even get serious with the little circle in my head saying he doesn’t care. And maybe I don’t want to. But I do. And I can see him running already.
When was the last time I cried over a boy I liked?
I think I remember why I’ve been single for a while now. I cried myself to sleep last night simply cause I didn’t think someone liked me anymore. Someone I’m not even dating. I don’t know if it’s because it’s him or.. it’s me. But I am so unbelievably insecure right now, I’m not sure this is healthy...
“Open your chest and take the heart from it
Open your chest
What’s bad,...”
– Emily Haines - Winning
“It’s actually kind of a complicated story, involving at least half a dozen...”
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Last night I had the urge to call my mom and ask her, if I died, did she know that I wanted to be cremated. I thought, maybe she knows the sight of dead bodies isn’t something I would appreciate. But then I thought, maybe she’s too traditional. Maybe, she’ll donate my body to science. Maybe I’ll be the body they use to test the cure for some dreadful disease.
Then I...
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I’m feeling squeamish tonight. I finished the Bell Jar. It was.. shocking. Amazing.
University Semester II
Worse. Oh so much worse. And better. Better, knowing that January is almost over. When January ends, there are only 28 days of February. Glorious February with ten days off in the middle. March. April, April April April please come quicker. Please hurry so I don’t have to live every day with this shame and inadequacy.
September, your name is Lambton, and you’re...