Tattoo fund: $0.00
LDR visit fund: $0.00
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Here is a picture of me from today. I am wearing my glasses. Because they are for astigmatism and to be worn when I am on the computer for a long time.
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As I continue to see people liveblogging the Oscars and do nothing about it even though I’ve elected to wait and DVR it and watch it tomorrow.
And then I see the things and think they’re funny and like the posts and then wish I were watching them as I practically fall asleep sitting up on my computer.
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Me getting far too excited earlier about finishing the paper I was working on. Sent this to the boyfriend.
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I am sitting in my bed, on tumblr, with my two cats asleep at my feet.
Someone please explain to me how I was able to get a boyfriend?
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Fuck I think I confused the two bras that looked alike and took the wrong one to the checkout. =/
I guess I’ll go back tomorrow and return this and get the right one.
I can’t do this.
I can’t. It’s too much. Too much to deal with. Going to class. Homework. Essays. Projects. Books to read. Notes to take. Movies to watch and analyze. Tests to take.
Have to pass classes. Have to earn credits. Have to pick a major. Have to decide what I want to do. Have to figure out my life.
Plan meetings. Send emails. Have a job. Do well at job. Get promoted at job. Deal with stress of higher position at job. Be member of club. Be member of club executive board. Lose club executive board position due to horrible past performance in school. Worry about failing out of college. Try not to cry.
On top of that, deal with worsening depression. Deal with self image and eating issues. Argue with self about eating healthy. Finally admit and try to start dealing with lifelong inferiority complex. Still try not to cry.
Fairly recently break up with boyfriend of two years. Deal with ensuing emotional attack on my brain. Begin new relationship, which began very quickly and intensely. Deal with fact that new boyfriend lives 600 miles away.
Feel life falling apart.
WHAT DOES A MOUSE EVEN WANT WITH A THIRD FLOOR APARTMENT!?
NOW I CAN’T LEAVE MY ROOM UNTIL I KNOW IT’S GONE.
![My boyfriend made me feel pretty earlier.
Thought that maybe I’d share. =]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbz8xiDtlq1qgipfjo1_500.jpg)
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