Reasons I grab my boobs
- running upstairs
- running downstairs
- stoked on life
- walking through my house in the dark
Yes hello I am here for Gatsby’s party
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green day either makes me want to lay in bed and be unmotivated or overthrow the government there is no in between
do you ever just get up from your computer to walk aimlessly around your house only to sit back down in front of the computer again
I pointlessly open the fridge too.
sometimes i just stand in the middle of the living room and look lost.
Why am I in the bathroom
“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
I’ve been going out a lot lately which results in me never having any money.
People have been coming and going out of my life as well. One person in particular has been doing that for quite a few years now so I’d like to think of this as… normal, i guess. But to these new fuckers that have been coming into my life and fucking shit up for me a lot, no bueno. It is basically my fault for letting things get like this, but it can’t all be my fault, right?
I haven’t been living at home for about 2 months now and I’d like to think of this as progress. Fuck my parents for only wanting to deal with me when it’s convenient for them. Fuck my parents for only wanting to be part of my life during the good parts. Ohhh no, but when shit gets harder, they are nowhere to be fucking found. But whatever. Living in Manoa is so much more convenient for me and especially Ryan. I appreciate my grandparents for taking me in for however long I want.
My mind is wandering everywhere right now. I haven’t written anything on this for a while and I like looking back at old written posts, so I guess this post is just for future reference.
Ryan picked me up after work yesterday, and he, Caleb, and I went to Caleb’s dorm to burn in honor of 4/20. But it was almost 2 in the morning by the time we got to the dorms so whatev. Then we went to the hotel party shit thing or whatever, then Ryan and I had one of our infamous sleepovers where he does most of the sleeping and I kinda just stare at him for a few minutes before I fall asleep. He calls me creepy. He’s probably right.