I felt like shit when I first woke up and rolled back over, and the feeling seems to have stuck. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but it probably has to do with the number of Things going on in my tiny slice of existence. I feel a little trapped and a little alone, like one of those dreams where you're trapped in a fishbowl and you're the only one that realizes you aren't a fish.
Venting commence.
1. Dear person (who is not my girlfriend), leave me the hell alone. You need some damn therapy and not some goddamn senior with her own problems to get you through transition and dealing with your friends being abroad. Latching on is not a good let's-be-friends tactic.
2. Dear best friend, it bothers me more than I'd like to admit that you have become absent and a little self-absorbed. I miss you. I also sort of need you.
3. Dear universe, can I please have my puppy back now? Thanks.
4. where am I going to live?
5. what am I going to do this summer? How am I going to afford Europe?
6. why won't it stop snowing already?
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