So my new nickname is “mail-order bride”. I’m alright with it.
Also, I just spent $15 on 4L of wine. NEVER GOING BACK TO CANADA.
Understanding where people are coming from, not thinking bad things about people… leaves me blaming myself for most anything that goes wrong in my life. And I’m not totally convinced that’s a bad thing. But it feels pretty awful.
Time doesn’t make sense. Is it today?
There is a tiny girl running around the station, and she keeps losing her ball. Everyone keeps kicking it around so it doesn’t go under our chairs. I AM BEING FORCED TO PLAY WITH STRANGERS.
It’s a little funny, a lot awkward.
Running on two hours of sleep. Trying to keep my eyes open so I don’t miss my train. I look awful and can’t stop shaking. Yo, Alex. You ready for this mess?
Away from the internet for the next 24 hours? I forget how to do that.
In other news, LEAVING NOW OMG OMG OMG.
It’s almost 5am and I’m about to watch Where the Heart Is. Why am I alone?
Do you think I can shove my heart back down my throat by forcing food on top of it? I did some things I regret. And I’m not big on regret.
Oh, hello. Have you not been told how bad I am at receiving things like this? If you think I am lovely, you should probably be my friend. Weeeoooo.
It’s my fault. It’s my fault. No matter what anyone says, it’s my fault. Always. You just don’t get why.