'Dont I get a hug' most cringeworthy line
Creepy boys’ anthem
I’ll be making the jump sooooon :@ !!
I will leave behind the extra things, the clothes, the knick knacks, the notes, the blankets, the hundreds of pens I’ve collected. I only need one at a time, I don’t know how I accumulated so many.
the people who I wish I could explain myself to.
the people who I’ve tried explaining to, but who will never quite understand what I mean when I said I felt trapped.
and I’ll take only what I need! (which is pretty challenging for me)
and then I’ll be flying off for my journey overseas! it’s kind of huge for me. made myself a nice dinnah tonight, mixed up an extra strong white russian and I’ve been cleaning and packing to my favorite 90s mother-music. tonight has been a really big fat nothing honestly. I keep stopping to do stupid things like making more waistlets and huddling up with my feet to the heater and plucking my eyebrows halfway.
I feel like I’m putting off my chores as if it’ll make my departure come slower. I think I’m at the nostalgia part of the emotion cycle. after the initial excitement and the mini life crisis and the what-have-i-done moment. I’m suddenly really fond of this crappy apartment with its lack of oxygen and its perpetual darkness. and all of us who live here, each childish and an asshole in our own ways.
what am I even typing I dunno
I also ruined, ruined, ruined one of my best pants tonight by being a fucktard and quickly guessing that maybe some diluted bleach (that my roommate was already using to bleach his scrubs) could be a good idea to get some lipstain out of my grey denim pants. I WAS WRONG and now my beautiful ass-shaping jeans are now splotched this gross pastel salmon color and I am such an IDIOT AHHH. AUGHHHHH. I think I’ll probably end up bleaching the whole piece and then dying the pants red with this dye I’ve had sitting around for like a decade. could be cool.
UGH don’t wanna think about it.