- me: why am i so ugly
- me after 2 seconds: why am i so perfect am i even a human
I try to balance everything out and it turns to shit.
I just want to die most days.
i ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move west to california in 1849
I realized today that my blog is just a bunch of shit that I like.
And it makes no sense.
I need to go to bed already.
Fuck work at 7 a.m.
Top 5 most useful majors:
- old money
- wall street broker
- media conglomerate CEO
- being good friends w/ jay-z
Well my other pair of contacts ripped.
I have so much to get this week.
I’m freaking out because I can’t do good for anyone.
Apparently I’m ‘settling’ and not living my life to it’s fullest potential.
I might get fired from my job and I’m supposed to be moving out in a month.
I just want to cry all the time and I don’t think anyone gets it.
I’m grateful for all the things going right, but sometimes I just wish that things weren’t so fucking difficult. I just want to go to school, have a steady job, and be out on my own.
I just want to lay in bed all day and sleep.